Letter No. 56 {Little Compton}

Dear Friend,

I got to visit the ocean this week in Rhode Island, and the bitter wind and sound of the surf were surprisingly welcoming and home-like.

We walked along the beach and watched the seagulls dive and bob with the surf. The sun was harsh and the wind sharp, but it was wonderful.

As we walked the sand, I found my eyes searching the ground for sea treasures. Old habits die hard.

As the wind blew spray from the waves, rainbows formed. They reminded me of God’s faithfulness, even through these past months, which have been harder than any before that I’ve lived.

I stopped frequently to soak everything in: the soft sand under my boots, the freshness in the air, the sizzle of the water pulling against rocks as it rushed back. They were all familiar to my senses, things I expected and realized I longed for again.

I watched a lone gull sweep up and away in the open expanses of blue sky above. I’d be back.