The Santa Monica Pier
This one reminds me of Cole with the surfer, his board, and the golden light of the sun.
All
last week, I wanted nothing more than to go to the beach to watch the
sun go down. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were such clear days,
though, that there were no clouds in the sky to make my favorite
cotton-candy-pink clouds. Earlier on Saturday, we decided we probably
wouldn't make it to the beach because we had gotten up early to start
our day and a night in sounded relaxing. It wasn't until I saw the
clouds forming in the west, as we were coming home from Chinatown, that I
knew we had to go. We went home, changed, packed a picnic, and raced to
the beach just in time to see the sunset. It was funny that when
everyone was leaving, we were just getting there. I am so glad we
decided to go, though, because it was beautiful.
I am beyond grateful to be back in this beautiful state, that I call home, with my love and to have my family so near.
Speaking of family, my grandma and grandpa and aunt and cousin drove up to LA early
yesterday morning. Cory and I had been asked to speak in our church
sacrament meeting and they came to support us, which I was so grateful
for (thanks, you four!). Since I write out every single word I want to
say before I give a talk, I thought I would share a portion of it.
As
I gazed out on the orange sky with clouds as fluffy and pink as cotton
candy, I felt closer not only to Cole, but also to my Savior. I found
peace in knowing that He lives; that the world around us is full of His
beauty; that if we stop to look for him, whether it is through prayer,
faith, or even through the beauty of the earth that He has created, even
when life may have us in our darkest moments, we shall find Him, and we
shall find His peace...
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