You've got the battle wounds, sweet little soldier. Soak up the salt of the ocean on those scars, and let the sea remind you that you're still Daddy's beautiful little girl. The wind will pass on through, and the waves will make you dance with the sea gulls, and maybe with a sting ray or a brother or two. Summertime has made it's way once again into your life and it's time to let it all heal. There's nothing better than the innocent bliss of the wise ocean. Here's a wave and here's a story, I'll throw you some words and a prayer and a story; there's a
person behind all this healing.
God, our hearts, and the sea: three inexhaustibles. No surfer in
history has ever been heard to say: "Now I've had enough of waves." No
lover will ever say, "Now I've had enough of her." And no saint will
ever say, "Now I've had enough of God." -Peter Kreeft
~Esa Cita
