Everything's Just Beachy

Two years ago I visited Piha Beach. That day I’d looked up at the sea-stained rocks and been unable to recognise God’s truthful hand in my life.

Yesterday, I was back with Flatmate Dave, reading my Bible up on that massive rock that resembles a lion.

I find it tempting to look for some deep hidden meaning in these cinematic pauses, but I am not, and never have been, one to put words in God’s mouth. It was a beautiful day, and a peaceful few hours, but there was little new in my prayers.

Today, after a morning driving with Shane and visiting Cornwall Park, I again joined Flatmate Dave for a trip to Bethell Beach – just along the coast from Piha.

Although I read 1 Peter today, this was a less spiritual, more fun outing, as evidenced by the whackier photos we took:

Doctor Who And The Leviathans Of The Deep (1972)

Indiana Goble And The Lost Perspective.

Also managed to overcome a lifetime fear and open my eyes under the water. It was no big deal.