Essay About The Ocean

I believe the power of the ocean can heal, inspire, comfort and revitalize the soul. One of God’s most magnificent creations, it is both mesmerizing and intimidating. It is beautiful and humbling. It is the place where I can escape the troubles of the world and feel closer to God. The ocean has always been a part of me and I cannot imagine a world where I lived far from her calming shores. I still recall, in vivid detail, my first trip to the Oregon Coast. I was a very inquisitive five year old and I couldn’t wait to explore these beaches I had heard so much about. We lived about an hour away, and the car ride seemed to take forever. My sister and I were in the backseat of our Ford Station wagon, laughing at the noises our bare legs

I had started to forget about my dear friend. I was a young mother madly in love with her new baby girl. When my daughter was just 14 months old, her dad informed me that he was leaving me for a 17 year old girl. I felt my world closing in around me. I had no job, no money, and a baby girl. I had no choice but to move home with my parents. I felt defeated and worthless. For the first several days at my parent’s home, all I did was lay in bed and cry. A friend of mine suggested that I needed to get away. My parents agreed to watch my daughter and I started heading to the coast. As I drove, I cried. The more I cried, the more I realized how much I missed seeing my friend. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. It was a very windy and overcast day. I grabbed my book and blanket and headed for the sand. I tried to read but I couldn’t focus. I tried taking a nap but I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to think I just wanted the normal good feelings the ocean always brought me. As I sat there it started to sprinkle. I pulled my legs in to my chest. It began to rain a little harder. At that point, I did something I hadn’t done in many, many years, I began to pray. I told Heavenly Father that I didn’t know what to do. I felt lost and alone. I didn’t know how to be a good mother when I couldn’t even take care of myself. I begged him to help

For a long time I was afraid to go back to the beach. I was afraid of the guilt. I was afraid that I had let my beautiful ocean friend down. I remember the anxiety I felt the first trip I made back to the coast after that dreadful family vacation. I was so scared, I was sick to my stomach. I drove into Lincoln City, I could see her in the distance. I rolled down the window and inhaled the smell of the sea air. It brought with it so many emotions. I continued to drive until I could park and behold her in all her perfect glory. I stepped out onto the beach and felt the familiar sand between my toes. She encircled me with her majestic beauty. She still loved me, and I her. She was still just as awe-inspiring and wondrous as the very first time I saw her when I was five years