Nothing solidifies my awe of God more than being on a beach where water pounds into the shore, loud and furious. Nothing brings me to amazement more quickly than gazing into the clear night sky. I see the heavens twinkle and the inky blackness simultaneously come close and stretch into distances unknown. How can I not come to God with honour and wonder and fear? With my whole self? Might it be that I have forgotten? Or have I chosen to ignore in whose hands I am resting as I go about my daily pursuits?