I love Seaside.
If someone had told me when I was a kid growing up in Eastern Washington, that I would someday be a writer living on the Oregon Coast, I would have told them they were crazy. I had never seen the ocean. Besides, what could be better than pine trees, scrub grass, and sub-zero snowy winter days?
1978. Our young family took an 11-day camping trip down the coast of Oregon. I was 28, and in love—again—this time with the mighty Pacific. Nothing speaks the awesomeness of God like waves crashing in perfect rhythm against the endless expanse of sand and rock.
Well . . . maybe it’s me who’s crazy . . . because here I am, so many years later; loving where I live, doing what I am called to do, and sharing it all with the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
To write the greatest story for my life would be of wasted effort in comparison to the one that God has already written. Is He amazing—or what? To think that God planned the whole of my existence before I ever was—my humbling observation.
Well, enough for now; I think I’ll relax in my room with a view, let my gourmet burger from Sam’s Seaside Café digest, and marvel at all the blessings I don’t deserve given by Almighty God. And why you might ask?
Because he loves me.
P.S. I would love to hear your comments of God’s blessings in your life.
To my Father…My greatest blessing would be my amazing parents who gave me life and sacrificed of themselves to raise me and my brother. And I must say they did a pretty great job. 🙂 Which in turn I was able to give life to my two beautiful girls and be with the man I am so deeply in love with. Thank you! God has truly blessed you with the ability to write in a way that inspires me. I love you Dad!