When I First Met God at the Ocean 🌊

 

I’ll never forget it. I believe I was around 9 years old, standing beside my father, seeing the ocean for the very first time.

It was breathtaking. The sound, the breeze, the vastness of the sea — it didn’t just impress me, it moved me. As I looked out over the endless water, I didn’t just see beauty — I felt something divine.

The only thought that came to my mind was:

“Wow… God made this.”

In that moment, I felt His presence so deeply.

The story of the Red Sea came to my mind, and something stirred in my spirit — a deeper love for God, a holy wonder, a connection to something greater than myself. It was more than just a view; it was a spiritual encounter.

From that day on, the sea became sacred to me.

Even today, whenever I feel tired, drained, or overwhelmed, I find myself driving to the ocean. I don’t go to swim or take selfies — I go to sit, to breathe, to listen. And somehow, in the stillness of the waves, God meets me there again. Every time.

The only other place I feel that same strong presence is the church. Surrounded by worship, the Word, and the prayers of others — my soul comes alive.

The sea calms my soul, but the church revives my spirit.

Both are sacred spaces to me — reminders that I am never alone.

These two places — nature and sanctuary — have carried me through many seasons of life. They’ve reminded me that God isn’t far. He’s in the roar of the ocean and the whisper of a worship song.

💬 Now I’d love to hear from you:

What was your first experience like when you saw the ocean?

Did it move you? Did it remind you of God?

Where do you feel God’s presence the most — in nature, in the church, or somewhere else?

Share your story in the comments.

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