This is in the coastal town of Florence, Oregon. A place of nostalgia for me, my dad's favorite beach. I love to go here because the dunes are amazing, the sun is intense and there are plenty of amazing shells and agates to collect on a stretch of empty beach.
Once we thought we would cross a large dune on foot to the ocean. Big mistake; we climbed to the top and discovered a miniature mountain range between us and water, covered with buggies everywhere that would dip down and suddenly reappear flying in leaps.
Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. He chose the lowly things of the world and the despised things--and the things that are not--to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before Him. (1 cor 1:26,28)
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