Of all the beaches, in all the towns, in all the world…

…there is nobody at this one!

Amazing. Day two of our vacation we awoke early and headed out to the beach. We’re in the Gulf of Mexico, in St. Petersburg, FL and there is hardly a soul to be seen. Amazing.

The beaches are clear, the water is clear, and it’s all our own. We have to walk 99 steps to get to the beach from our bungalow. The kids are way over the top stoked. Lucia asked, “Do you think they will be like this all week?” Rick said, “Probably.” I’m not sure if they could get any more excited. They have no fear and no worries.

Oh, to be like them. The security they have in their parents is off the charts. Note to self: I want to be like them, as it pertains to my Dad. I’m preaching the Gospel to myself right now: “If God is for me, who can be against me.” And he is “for me.” The Gospel tells me so. I’m good.

Tristen found three sand dollars. Haydn found two. Three of them we kept because they were spotless. Ansa got hungry. We walked 99 steps back to the bungalow to eat under the outside gazebo. Haydn and I are about to go roller blading downtown. While the mosquitos were out in force last night at dusk, they are all gone during the day.

I finished chapter one of “God’s Healing for Life’s Losses.” I’m reviewing the book for my friend, Dr. Bob Kellermen. I hope to do some thinking and writing on “sufferology.” Chapter one was good.

There is very little wind. The heat is minimal. The people are all gone, for the most part. Of all the beaches, in all the towns, in all the world, this is one of the better ones I’ve been to.

Relaxing in the sun, with a slight breeze.

Thank you, my Father!!

Rick

“Daddy? Ansa won’t share her cereal.” -Haydn

I gotta go…

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