I took a break from the garden last week to spend time at the beach with extended family.

Every day the weather was different. Storms raged at sea and occasionally on our beach. Hot sun had us sitting under a beach canopy and cloudy skies had us building sandcastles at the water’s edge.

When the wind kicked up the waves, we took the twins in their floaties to the sandbar beyond the waves and watched the dolphins rise to the surface close by. They are two and a half years old. I hope a deep love of the ocean was instilled in them even though they probably won’t remember this trip.

My parents took me to the ocean as a child, and my husband and I took our children. Now my grandchildren have been as well. Going to the beach has changed since I was a child, but the beach hasn’t.

When I was a child, I slept on an inflatable raft in the back of the station wagon during the drive. We had no sunscreen, no beach umbrella. I stayed out until my nose hurt when I crinkled it. I now see the dermatologists every six months to keep my skin cancer at bay.

My grandkids get sprayed down with 100 spf baby-friendly sunscreen and play under the canopy when it gets too hot.

But the sand still holds treasures – seashells and little periwinkles who dig into the sand when the waves recede. Sand crabs still dig their holes and watch for feet and seagulls. Pelicans still dive from the sky to bob on the water with a fish in their beak. And the dolphins still gently surface the water or grace us with a jump or a splash.

Storms still rage at sea while we sit in the sun and watch them travel across the horizon. The sun still fills the sky with colors every morning and bursts in rays from behind the clouds. The sand still insists on coming home with you in your car, in your suitcase, in your shoes.

God still speaks to me through his amazing creations, the wind, the waves, the sea life, the shore, the sand, the ever-changing, never-changing mystery of the sea.

Ever since the creation of the world his eternal power and divine nature, invisible thought they are, have been understood and seen through the things he has made. Romans 1:20.

It was difficult to come home. My garden is aging out and covered in weeds. My fig and raspberry are begging for more space. I am meeting with agents and attending writer’s conferences and preparing for a family gathering. There are things that need attention in my home, in my garden, in my life.

But what a gift to spend a little while getting to know extended family, playing with the grandkids, and soaking in the beauty of the ocean. What a gift to take a sabbath break from other demands and dig my toes in the sand. What a gift to turn my eyes away from daily concerns and look instead to God’s beautiful creation.

Love in Christ, Betsy