My Intricately Simple Life: Beach Trip Part Two

Friday morning was beautiful. I packed our towels, snacks, drinks and sunscreen and once again took the kids out to the beach. They played and played.

Then Cody began that thing that will drive any mother up the wall. Whine, complain, whine and complain some more.

I don't even remember why. I don't think even HE knew why. He sometimes just gets going and doesn't stop. It's a very bad habit.

Finally I was fed up with it and I turned to him in my frustration and said, "Cody, YOU are complaining. Do you know what the bible says about complaining? It says to do all thing things without complaining. That means you are sinning when you complain."

He sat there in the sand and looked out at the ocean and said quietly with a small shrug of the shoulders, "But I just can't help it!"

There in that moment it dawned on me that I now had his attention and it was quite possible that the Holy Spirit was doing His thing so I said, "I know buddy, you have a sinful flesh and God hasn't saved you yet."

In a short amount of time we talked about how we are all sinners and that we can't save ourselves.

That's why Jesus came.

I told him that repentence means turning from your sins and all the while hoping he would understand what I was trying to say.

"I'm sorry, God!" he said as the tears started to fall.

Then I cried.

I knew that God knew his heart.

And I prayed with him.

And nothing else mattered the rest of that day because in my heart I felt that God met us out on the beach that Friday morning and showed Himself to a four-year old boy and I was just priveleged to be the one to share in it.

So I'm sharing with you.

The rest of the week was just more beach time, a little more Southport time, a visit to the Maritime Museum and then back home on Wednesday afternoon. We were all FINALLY ready to be home again.

Here are a few more pictures from our trip.