A balmy ocean breeze rustled the curtains as I sat on the balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico that night. From the fourth floor of the hotel I could see the dark waves crashing against the sand and I caught a whiff of salt in the air. I reflected on the many vacations spent at various beaches in my lifetime. I’ve always loved coming to the beach. Definitely my holiday trip of choice. John is a mountain guy, but give me the ocean every time. No contest. The amazing thing about the beach is this: the consistency of things there… the ocean waves… the tide… the tide comes in and goes out every single day. The waves roll in unceasingly, over and over and over. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. This speaks to me of God’s faithfulness. There are rhythms in God’s creation.         CONTINUE READING