Two years ago, I heard some very terrible news.
And so I got in my car at 11pm and drove to the ocean.
Except I never made it.
I made it halfway there.
I pulled over and slept.
And I went back home.
I really wanted to make it to the ocean.
It took another year before I’d actually make it back again.
The ocean has a way of making you feel small.
And making God feel huge.
And there’s nothing better than that.