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I woke up this morning craving the sea...
The beauty of the ocean and its deep reaching.
The power of the water against the shore.
The majesty of the waves and its constant tumbling.
The peace of the sunrise on the horizon.
I have always been attracted to the sea...
 Perhaps growing up in a landlocked state will do that to a young girl...
Then, I am thankful to be native to Tennessee...
 Perhaps God knew how much my soul would desire the green, rolling landscape and the mountains...

It is raining in Nashville today.
 As I drove downtown for work, I noticed how much the city lights reflected on the water filled surfaces.
It is romantic to me to watch the rain and walk in its coolness.
 As I watch the rain fall from the sky, I am reminded of how much God loves His creation.

God reflects Himself in His creation...
 In the rain and in the sea.
And also in His people...
 In the calm and in the storm.

I may not have been able to see the ocean today. 
To walk beside the sea.
To feel the sand under my feet.
To feel the breeze on my face.

But I was able to see the rain.
To walk in it.
To smell it in the air.
To feel it completely.

I felt God's presence entirely.
I recognize my smallness.
I feel my Creator's love.

And that's why I like the rain, the mountains, and the sea.
They reflect Christ. 
I'm reminded I don't have to travel. 
He is here living in me. 

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