Missing the Ocean

My friend Becky took this amazing photo of Dawn and Me at the Pololu Valley Beach.

The ocean is what I miss most, living in Colorado. Growing up in Aberdeen, Wash., the coast — though cold and rugged — was only 25 minutes away. Attending college in Portland, Ore., friends and I often drove the two hours to Cannon Beach and Seaside. Anywhere coastal that I go, I can stand there, watching the ocean, for as long as I'm allowed.

Sometimes I sing or hum, "How Great Thou Art:"

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

How can one look at the ocean and not see a creative, powerful, majestic God? I am reminded of David's words in Psalm 8:4: "What is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?" The ocean causes me to be mindful of God, and in return grateful for His interest in my life. I suppose that's why I love it so much.