As I walked the beach this morning there was a very strong wind. It was exhilarating and the sea was crashing on the shore. I live on the cliffs above the beach. It is my habit to walk up and down the steps that lead down to the beach. As I walked and viewed the angry sea I was thinking about all those people who do not have the privilege of doing this. I realized how much God has blessed me. I was brought up in a seaside town and in my moves for the Lord around this country I have been by the sea.
I was led to think about the disciples who had watched Jesus die and when he was resurrected he invited them down to a breakfast on the beach. Wow! that was some thing, hey I have just been crucified but now am alive and I have a breakfast for you!. I would like to think that there are beaches in Heaven and Jesus can cook me a breakfast there any time he likes.