Church by the Sea

In my dreams, we go to this church.




or maybe this one...


or this one...


or even this one.


And every Sunday, we all get dressed and walk barefoot, hand in hand, to church and say hello to our friends and worship with the breeze in our hair and sand in between our toes. And after church, all of the church members sit around big long tables with white tablecloths and give thanks and eat a delicious homemade lunch that we all had a hand in preparing. And then we spend the rest of the day swimming or flying kites or collecting sea shells.

Maybe this is what my heaven will be.

(can you tell I miss the ocean?????????)

HOLLA -