Sonoma Coast State Park, Bodega Bay, California - "All Scripture is God-breathed"

 

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

2 Timothy 3:16-17

Pacific Coast Highway - "Who Else has held the Oceans in His Hand?"

 "Who else has held the oceans in his hand?  Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers?  Who else know the weight of the earth or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale?"

Proverbs 40:12 NLT

California Coast - “Blessings and Woes”

 

Looking at his disciples, he said:

"Blessed are you who are poor,

for yours is the kingdom of God.

Blessed are you who hunger now,

for you will be satisfied.

Blessed are you who weep now,

for you will laugh.

Blessed are you when men hate you,

when they exclude you and insult you

and reject your name as evil,

because of the Son of Man.

Rejoice in that day and leap for joy,

because great is your reward in heaven. 

For that is how their fathers treated the

prophets.

But woe to you who are rich,

for you have already received 

your comfort.

Woe to you who are well fed now,

for you will go hungry.

Woe to you who laugh now,

for you will mourn and weep.

Woe to you when all men speak

well of you,

for that is how their fathers treated

the false prophets."

Luke 6:20-26 NIV

As if The Sea Should Part

As if the Sea should part

And sow a further Sea--

And that--a further--and the Three

but a presumption be--

Of Periods of Seas--

Unvisited of Shores--

Themselves the Vere of Seas to be--

Eternity--is Those--

By Emily Dickinson

Walking on the Sea

 

But the boat was now in the middle of the sea, tossed by the waves, for the wind was contrary.  Now in the forth watch of the night, Jesus went to them, walking on the sea.

Matthew 14:24-25

Glory of the Heavens

"O Lord, our Lord,

How Excellent is your name

in all the earth,

you who set your glory

above the heavens!"

Psalms 8:1

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls    

                               

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveller to the shore,

      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

 

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow