Walking along the shore, picking up sea shells along the way. Feeling the powdery sand beneath my feet. Hearing the soothing sound of the crashing waves. Ah, to breathe the salty air as you watch the sun just rising from beneath the other side of the sea. You feel safe. You feel loved. You feel so close to heaven.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"
3 replies on “Walking Along The Shore”
Hi Joy .. I love the sea shore .. always have done – we’ve been there every year of our lives and there’s something magical about hearing the sea, smelling and tasting the salty air ..
Thanks love that description .. Hilary
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Hello Joyce- I’ve been reading through your blog (it’s awesome!) such beautiful thoughts and wonderful words of wisdom!
Thank-you for sharing.
Shriya
@Shriya – I’m really happy to hear that! Keep in touch 😉