When you are blessed to live near the beach, the invisible "force" pulls you. The day arrives when you feel the humidity and the warmth, as you walk out the door. It detours you. Suddenly, the Monday morning priority "to do" list, has lost it's urgency. The rush to get dressed and into the car becomes the fire drill of the moment.
The haircut can wait.
The first order of business is shoes off.
This is where and how boys play.
Brothers become co-conspirators in silly photos.
The rock hunter gets lost in the endless finds.
Each rock is a new treasure to be admired, described and collected.
We can't fight the forces of nature.
God's handiwork is everywhere.
I am grateful to my God for this morning.
With a thankful heart,