As I rolled up to the barrier of the parking lot before you get to the beach, the sound of the ocean took my breath away. I hadn't realized it had been so long since I'd seen the ocean. The light from the half moon and the lights of the fairgrounds were reflected on the caps of the gentle waves.

Again, the tought struck me as it has in the past that we only see such a small part of the ocean. It brought back the words that George B Shea spoke on his recording of "The Love of God." He starts out saying "standing on the shore we see only a little of the ocean, but out there, there's more. We only see a little of God's love here but out there... there's more... there's more." As I pondered these words, I felt assured that God loves me so much more than I deserve. He's proven it to me over and over. I know that I haven't yet experienced all of the love that He holds for me. Before I knew it, the tears were rolling down my cheeks and I felt an overwhelming awe that took my breath away. The words of the song started playing in my head... "The love of God is greater far tan tongue or pen can ever tell. It goes beyond the highest star, and reaches to the lowest hell." I couldn't remember any more of the words although I know them all by heart.

To look at that ocean... and the sky... and know that God's love for us is even greater than what I could see... All I could do was thank God but it wasn't enough. There's more... there's more that I can do in return.