It was a perfect early autumn Sunday. We gathered here, where all are welcome; come as you are, for Jesus sat and dined with the least of us. This is an intimate place, where you can experience Him and the glory of The Eucharist, before you go on to whatever the rest of your day has in store for you.This is where I went:
I traveled this familiar pathway, a walk that never fails to ignite anticipation.
For at the end of this walkway, known as my beach, or, formally, the 20th Street Beach Access in Atlantic Beach, I set up my chair, books or magazines, dig my toes into this
and just relax, with this:
After a highly satisfying couple of hours, it was time to leave:
I’m truly grateful that this is where I get to be; that I can feel the sea breeze and hear the waves every time I go outside to do my activities of daily living.
I love being able to share my beachlife with you. I’m also truly grateful that so many of you seem to enjoy stopping by. Thank you for that; your comments mean more than you know.
I'm living my beach life through you! For now. Let's hope I get there someday.
By the way.. your hair is beautiful..lucky girl.