When I reached the sand on this breathless morning, I had the beach at low tide all to myself and walked west to the edge of the sea. As I turned and headed south a small hole in the clouds to the east allowed the morning sun to shine on and light up the top of Hug Point.
The small strand of sand north of that point is a sacred place for me. I call it my Prayer Cove. While on earth, Jesus instructed his disciples about the importance of a quiet secluded place where you can “pray to your Heavenly Father in secret” thereby not drawing attention to yourself. Praying and surrendering each day to The Lord is one of the most important disciplines I have learned after so many years on this planet. That practice brings my day into perspective and reminds me to approach it with open hands.