Summer time fun in New York City is like no other ~ It is hot, muggy, smelly and filled with a lot of excitement. Lately it has been filled with rain and more rain. Decided that my son and I needed to take advantage of the weather. Called my friend and my little God-daughter to go with us to the local beaches by where we live.
I made sure that I packed a cooler with plenty of water and ice tea. I even was trying to be clever and put some grapes and cherries in a plastic container. All that was left for me to do was buy ice at the corner store. Well packed the tote bag and made sure all was clear.
We head to the beach called "Manhattan Beach" this is ironic, because Manhattan Beach is located in Brooklyn, NY. Okay, getting off topic. Well my son is reading his book. My friend is talking about her life as a single mom now that she is a widow. Her daughter running in circles and throwing me with sand. Oh, let me back track. Did I tell you that my son lifted the ice box and all the contents that were inside of it rolled beneath the car unto the concrete floor. We had no ice and dirty grapes. hmmm?
The sand was in my mouth and all over, but she was having a great time and so I let her be a kid. My 4 year old God-daughter begins to bang my son with a huge freezbie on his head and he ignores her. Okay, I told them its now time to go to the water. My friend tells me you take them to the water and I watch our things. I should have known she wanted some down time, but I did not mind and so we went walking closer to the sea.
The next thing we notice is rows and rows and rows of rocks and pebbles washed upon the sand. Now we are barefoot and we have to walk on top of these rocks to go to the water. Okay, I am a trooper. Hey, I am a Native New Yorker. I can do this. We begin to walk across these small rocks. Painful steps, but we finally make it to the sea. Just when we think there are no more rocks in the water ~ more of them appeared. This time I wanted to return, but I have a little girl who has jumped on my knees and a son who if I decide to turn back will just go forward into the sea and will not think about the danger.
I keep going forward thinking this water is brown, unusually warm for New York, and the tides are low. The kids are enjoying it and I am dreading the fact that I volunteered. Then in the midst of the Rocky Waters I notice that we were past the boulders. I had always wanted to do that when I was younger, but couldn't because the waves were rough, the water too cold and yes I can not swim.
Yes, I was dreading the fact that I had to walk back and go through the painful steps once more, but in the midst of the rocks, the muddy brown water, I could find pleasure in the simple things. I really love that God will even use the rocks to remind us that He knows our name and all the desires of our hearts.
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