I was really looking forward to it. I've been missing the ocean so much.
The thought of falling asleep to the sound of crashing wave.
Gathering around a campfire and roasting marshmallows was something I couldn't wait to do.
Watching both the sunset and the sunrise in the beauty of the outdoors made me so excited.
But the night before, my back was hurting. It didn't feel any better in the morning as it usually does.
It took everything I had to be out there, moving through the pain, letting others do things for me.
But I needed to go. I needed to stand out in front of the ocean, watching the waves come forth and just as quickly retreat.
I needed to put my feet into the ocean and feel God's mercy and grace wash over me.
I needed to live.
