Why the Ocean Has My Heart

This post is a response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Do you prefer beach or mountains?

There’s something about the ocean that speaks to my soul. Growing up in Charlestown, Rhode Island, I was fortunate to live near some of the most beautiful beaches in New England. The rhythm of the waves, the salty air, and the vast, endless horizon became as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. The beach wasn’t just a place to visit; it was my sanctuary, my teacher, and the backdrop to some of my most cherished memories.

Don’t get me wrong—mountains are breathtaking. Their rugged majesty and towering presence are awe-inspiring, and I deeply respect those who feel most at home in their embrace. But for me, nothing compares to the pull of the ocean.

As a child, the beach was my playground. I would spend hours building sandcastles, chasing seagulls, and I was always the last to leave the water. But beyond the fun, the ocean became a place of refuge—a place where I could escape the noise of the world and find peace.

It’s hard to explain the comfort of standing on the shoreline, watching the waves crash and retreat. Each wave feels like a reminder of God’s faithfulness. Just as the tide is constant, so is His love. The expanse of the ocean reminds me of His greatness, His creativity, and His power. And the gentle lapping of the water at my feet speaks to His tender mercy and care.

In the mountains, I feel small. But on the beach, I feel connected—to God, to the world, and to myself. The beach invites reflection, conversation, and worship. It’s where I’ve had some of my most honest prayers and where I’ve felt God’s presence most tangibly.

In times of struggle, I often find myself returning to the water. It’s as though the ocean carries away my burdens with every retreating wave. Watching the sunrise over the water is a reminder that each day is a new gift, filled with God’s promises.

Living near the ocean has taught me so much about life—about letting go, about trusting in the ebb and flow of seasons, and about finding beauty even in the storms. The beach has shaped my perspective and my faith, and it’s where I feel most at home.

So while I admire the mountains and respect their splendor, my heart will always belong to the beach. It’s where I’ve seen God’s handiwork in the most intimate and profound ways. It’s where I’ve found peace when the world felt too heavy. And it’s where I’m reminded, time and time again, of His boundless grace and love.

For me, the beach isn’t just a destination. It’s a sacred space—a glimpse of heaven on earth.

Where do you feel closest to God? For me, it will always be by the ocean’s edge, with sand under my feet and the endless horizon stretching before me.