Showing posts with label Imperial Beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Imperial Beach. Show all posts
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Tijuana River ESTUARY -- Imperial Beach, California
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Some DAY... at the BEACH
Some DAY, there'll be no more tears --
Forever gone are all our fears.
Some DAY, there'll be no more cryin' --
There'll be no more dyin'.
Some DAY is just around the corner --
No high fences beyond this border.
Some DAY we will see the One --
Victorious is He...He has already won!
Some DAY is but a breath away --
Just a blink away...but soon, i pray.
Some DAY has already come --
i see the Light, i see the Son.
Some DAY is near --
The waiting is over...Heaven is HERE!
Forever gone are all our fears.
Some DAY, there'll be no more cryin' --There'll be no more dyin'.
Some DAY is just around the corner --No high fences beyond this border.
Some DAY we will see the One --Victorious is He...He has already won!
Some DAY is but a breath away --Just a blink away...but soon, i pray.
Some DAY has already come --i see the Light, i see the Son.
Some DAY is near --The waiting is over...Heaven is HERE!
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." (Revelation 21:4)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Imperial Beach -- my Nature Fix
Or a sunrise with blushing clouds through a dusty glass window...and i would press my nose to the glass to see what's beyond the neighbors' roofs.
Or a glowing sickle moon hanging in an already dark sky after a Zumba class...and i would remember other moonlit skies in the bush.
And i would feel compelled to be physically embraced by GOD's nature. So i finally decided to make time to be comforted -- to encourage myself in the LORD, through His creation...
By the tang of the ocean breeze...by the sight of waves foaming and curling...and eddies rippling.
i talked to fishermen on the pier, practicing my Tagalog with a wrinkled old man from San Narcisso, the little town just after Castillejos in Zambales, where i was born. i spoke rusty Spanish with another old man, who was using a net with mussels for bait. He had three (myself and a married couple, Indians from the Navajo tribe visiting from Arizona) as rapt audience each time he pulled up the net, twice with fish.
Then i checked out the "mussel farm" -- the fisherman's ready bait.
Before i became a CHRISTian, i loved His marvelous handiwork, calling it Mother Nature, as if it were itself a god to be worshiped. Today, of course, i worship the Creator, and stand amazed at all His creation.
Here's a gift from above by way of the sea...though i did re-arrange it a little for this photo-op.
This is usually how i put myself in the picture...and this is how i want all else in my life to be -- mere shadows compared to JESUS.
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