My Beach, Your Mountains ~ Dear Miss Mormon

Saturday, August 29, 2015

My Beach, Your Mountains

Dear friend,

  A couple weeks ago my sister, Taylor and I went to the beach

ahhh the beach.

I LOVE the beach. When I tell people that their faces usually say "Typical California girl" and then mine says back "Oh you so don't get it."
Sure, I love the sun, I love the soft sand, I love the sound and smell of the ocean, I love everything about the beach.

but its more than that.

In the Book of Mormon there is a scripture that talks about a place, which to the outsider, would look no more impressive than any other; but to a small group of people it was beautiful.

 "And now it came to pass that all this was done in Mormon, yea, by the waters of Mormon, in the forest that was near the waters of Mormon; yea, the place of Mormon, the waters of Mormon, the forest of Mormon, how beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer; yea, and how blessed are they, for they shall sing to his praise forever." -Mosiah 18:30

When I was a missionary we talked a lot about sacred places, and while in Florida, I had a lot of them. A bishop's home in Goldenrod, a picnic table in the Venetian Gardens of Leesburg, a trailer park on Aurora Rd in Melbourne--all sacred and special to me. In the bible you see that the mountains are often times sacred, places where men like moses went to commune or get closer to God.

The beach is my mountain.

I sit there and just watch the waves come in and out, and I am reminded that no matter what comes and goes, God is constant. I feel the breeze and I know that even though I can't see Him, I can feel His love. I look at the ocean stretching out all the way to the horizon and beyond and I know that life is eternal, even when I can't see very far in front of me, there is so much more out there.

I don't just love the beach for the inevitable tan or failed attempts at surfing, Its my sacred place. I believe in attending church on Sunday to learn and be reminded of my covenants; but I also believe God gave us a beautiful earth full of various sacred places to remind us of His presence. Whether its a grove, a cathedral, or an abandoned bus stop, God can and will reach you.

Where did you come to know God? Where did you become reacquainted with Him? Where has God provided you with sacred experiences? I know my sacred place..whats your's?

With much love,
Miss Mormon


  1. Goldenrod, Leesburg, Melbourne, the beach! You're talking about my home! I love the drive down 27 from Gainesville to Orlando. It's so peaceful in spots, so out-of-the-way. I love to meditate while on the road. (as the passenger... drivers should keep their minds on the road!)


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