So, it's been awhile, dear ocean! Like fo'real!
But today, we met again!
See, I just got back from a surf trip with a good friend a few hours ago. Around here, the water temp this time of year is like 53 degrees Fahrenheit, and the air was around 48 degrees at its best. So, yeah, that means wetsuits. And, it means a bit of courage, if you're beginner (like me). But I keep finding I'm severely motivated when it comes to throwing myself bodily into an onslaught of pounding breakers...
See, I write this blog as a reminder to myself and others about how God shot down my cynicism through the simple beauty of surfing. But it can be hard to stay on track when you're out of your element. So, that's apparently why I inadvertently overheard my friend talking about going for a surf trip..."Ooh! Can I tag along?" Was my immediate response. Y'know, kinda like a kid who just heard the ice cream truck music drift through the midsummer breeze, and then attacks the nerve-racked driver like a fly-ball into left field (trust me on that metaphor; I was an ice cream man once...) God had a plan for my ADD-motivated impromptu eavesdropping...and so, the adventure continues!
But it wasn't until the discussion on the drive home when (while I was talking way too much -as usual) it hit me square between the eyes: I'd lost focus! I'd been away from where I need to be!
God gave me this crazy freakin' sweet day; an opportunity to get back on board (no pun intende...oh, forget it; just laugh!) and see around that blind spot which keeps my faith strong. To see another taste of where things are going. An awesome reminder of what I really am because of Jesus.
YEAH!
God bless ya'll this Christmas season...Pray for surf!
-Aaron Conti
