Room with a View

We are back at Daytona Beach in a different room up on the eighth floor. The east wall facing the ocean is nothing but windows.

A person could almost imagine himself or herself to be aboard an ocean liner at sea with nothing but water in view. It is not until you stand within 6 feet of the windows that you are aware of the slim stretch of beach eight stories below.

It is also the level at which pelicans lazily float by as they make their way up the coastline in search of their next meal. Although they glance at me quite nonchalantly as they pass by, I am still amazed at how a creature could be so homely looking, yet graceful in flight.

As the sun and moon rise above the water, each at their appropriate time, they provide uniquely different backdrops to each changing scene in this drama of “The Beauty and the Beach.”

Twice daily I watch the ocean slowly devour its helpless prey wave by wave only to give it up again, allowing a respite of freedom to the soaked sand, knowing that shortly it will be suffocated once again in a watery grave.

I never tire of watching the waves and listening to the sounds of their crashing. It has a personality all it’s own, one of resolute, persistent purpose. The tide rolls in. The tide rolls out. It never asks permission nor seek approval. It simply does what it was designed to do.

It cannot perform contrary to its systematic, intentional design, nor could one expect it to violate its natural proclivity. Washing away sand castles of resistance without notice, it seeks only to achieve that which it was designed to accomplish.

Oh…to have the daring of an ocean!

It seems we can so easily resist our God-given design in order to be that which we were not meant to be. Our sandcastles become insurmountable deserts in our mind’s eye and we simply roll out with the tide and attempt to resist our destiny.

Who would dare to accomplish their purpose? Who would dare to achieve their calling? Only those with the perseverance of an ocean. Those who systematically and intentionally wear away their shoreline of limitation, day after day. Only those who see sand castles instead of deserts.

Only those who live their life in a “room with a view”…that’s who.

What see you from your window?