On Seas and Lover's Warmth

I stood at the edge of the Pacific Ocean Saturday, the numbing coldness covering my feet as I looked out over the eternalness of it.  Man’s imprint lay all behind me, the condos, the beach homes, the shops but before me lay stone and sea and The God who first said there was going to be water and from that moment on this sea had washed upon this shore.  My smallness could not be measured nor could The Great Immensity of He who lives in me and gave me eyes to see Him at this moment.  I held Betty’s warm hand and also knew her warmth was one and the same as this ocean, God with me, in eternal kindness, Who was always doing “immeasurably more than I ever hoped or imagined.”