And then, the funniest thing happened. We reached the top of the street, crossed over to face the water, and within minutes the sun came out and suddenly it was the most perfect day. Along with the sun, we were also greeted by rows and rows of volleyball nets, as far as the eye could see. We had no idea that a volleyball tournament was taking place that day, but it was fun to be spectators for a few minutes. Truth be told, I was frantically watching for stray volleyballs because I was carrying a sleeping Jobie in the Ergo.
After spending some time at Seaside, we headed back home, taking one more stop off at Cannon Beach. Haystack Rock is always beautiful, but extra beautiful at this time of year in my opinion. The warm sunshine gleaming off of the water, Graeme running across the sand with Steve chasing after him, Jobie sound asleep in the Ergo-- these kinds of memories, even though we've made them countless times here, never grow boring to me. The coast has a way of being refreshing and new on every encounter. It welcomes us with fresh air and the most beautiful palette of colors and sends us home sun-kissed and full of hopes and plans for next time. Okay, let's tell the truth here, we're usually leaving full of Tillamook ice-cream too, ha!
Here's the real point of this post: the coast never disappoints us and neither does the Creator of it. This week, God answered a prayer of ours so clearly and it was all I could do to stop in my kitchen and thank God out loud for the answer He had given. I think about the amazingness of this relationship we call prayer and how we arrive unprepared and cold and tired and weary and we leave full and refreshed, knowing we've been in the presence of Power and Beauty.