In God's Hands At San Clamente, CA - My Family Travels

Resplendent, Tranquil, and Blissful best describe San Clemente Beach in California. The sun always sets across the water, sinking into a beautiful black metallic blanket covering the massive stretch of an infinite horizon. Camping on the bluff, I am lulled to sleep by the soft sound of boat horns and bells in the distance. I awake to the call of sea birds sounding their shrill warning to the world of yet, “another beautiful day”. The powerful waves cracking against the shore give me a feeling of utter weakness and inferiority and yet I feel protected. Schools of Dolphins gayly perform their own waltz as they protrude in and out of the water. The palm trees tie in the scenic landscape as the green tropical leaves contrast the striking blue sky. I feel close to heaven as the sun sparkles on a sea of broken glass. It’s rays glint off of the water creating a sparkling paradise.

May 24, 2006 was a day much like the one I just described. Serene, tranquil and picturesque.


The cold seaweed wrapped around my feet and lingered only a few seconds before returning to the vast oceanic home from whence it came. The scalding sun warmly invited me to join the little aquatic plant in it’s refreshing expedition. A Sudden shout from behind startled me and removed me from my thoughts. I turned around and saw my mom motioning me to come quickly. The sand made it difficult to run, as I clumsily lolloped over. I saw immediately the frightened look in my mothers eyes. “Have you seen Megan?!” A sudden chill ran down my spine and I suddenly felt cold, my little four year old cousin, Megan, was missing. The paradisaical beach instantly became an expansive tourist site with hundreds of strangers. But it was the ocean that made my blood run chill. The vast body of water and powerful waves seamed very unforgiving. Trying to push the “What if” questions out of my head I joined my family in search for Megan. We looked every where, scanning the horizon and searching the beach. I could not see her, I could not hear her. The noises around me soon grew into a great blur and I was confused, lost, and terrified. “Could this be real?” “Was she really gone?” “Would I see her again?” I returned to my family and together we knelt down on the sand and prayed. We prayed to God for guidance and safety. Suddenly the feeling of peace and consolation filled my soul. Rather than fear we felt direction.

We walked a little ways along the beach. Then we saw her. The little brunette greeted us warmly with a bubbly smile. Taking her chubby, dimpled hand in my own and putting my hand in Heavenly Father’s we walked back to camp.

That night before I went to sleep I knelt down and silently thanked God for his guidance and protection

The sun set, creating an orange-pink hue that filled the sky. I thanked Him for that as well. The color of peace and love that will always remind me that God is always there.



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