We had set our alarm clocks to rise before dawn that morning. We all walked quietly together to the beach at 6 am. No one said much, we just silently contemplated the meaning of Easter, and the beauty and majesty of the morning sunrise. We sat and watched it for perhaps an hour, each in his own little world. Afterwards, we each did our own thing on the beach. I collected shells, intricately-designed shell treasures and coral species washed up with early morning tide...what a great start what was to become an amazing day!
PS. These are Tamara's photos. My camera is dead, but Jesus is alive!
2 comments:
I love these kind of photo's thank you for sharing.
Who are you, chumly?
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