Saturday, February 12, 2011

#18 A Time I Felt Passionate And Alive

Well I remember when I was young and we would go to my granddad's beach house.
After dinner I would walk out on the porch and look out at the big moon coming up across the ocean.
The wind would blow my hair across my face and tug at my clothes.
I would close my eyes and imagine that I had a beautiful dress and long red hair.
I can't remember exactly whether I felt "passionate or alive" but I can remember thanking God for making the wind and waves because there aren't any elements of nature that I love more than water and wind.
I was so happy standing there.

Another time I remember felling joyful and thankful like that was at my churches Lessons&Carols.

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