Nature #1

This past July, I travelled with my mom to visit my grandfather in Bar Harbor, ME. We stayed at a small inn right on the water. I remember sitting in silence, staring at the shore. I would get up early in the morning and go and sit by the water by myself. I would read the Bible and pray. In the morning, it was foggy- it was beautiful and gray. You could only see about 20 feet in front of you. I remember watching the sun burn off the fog- the vastness and grandeur of the ocean was slowly revealed. I remember feeling so small and so sure of God's presence.

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