Sylvan Beach, NY is a microscopic speck on the map. Yet it’s a tiny slice of heaven on earth that I am honored to call “home”. Just east of the famous Finger Lakes, Sylvan Beach is nestled on the eastern shore of Oneida Lake. The clean, soft sand of the public beach attracts sunbathers and swimmers from the surrounding towns during the short summer season. Mostly it’s a boater’s paradise, with walleye and bass being the most prized catches.
I’m always drawn to the water. Perhaps it’s because I grew up on the shores of Lake Erie in Ohio, or maybe it’s just that water simply casts a magical spell.
My favorite perk of living in Sylvan Beach is the sunsets over the water. When we first moved to town, I dragged my husband the two blocks to the beach on a very regular basis. At first, he was a willing participant, but then the novelty wore off. “It’s just another sunset,” he would say. Or, “We just saw the sunset.”
For me, the novelty never wears off. Whether it’s a postcard-worthy beauty or an average one, each sunset pulls at my heartstrings. I always wonder how anyone can watch the day coming to a close and insist there is no God. How someone can believe that our world and all the incredible things in it was simply an accident – created by things colliding haphazardly in the universe.
I, for one, feel God’s presence at every sunset. Every striking aerial display speaks to my heart, showing me how much God loves me, and all of us. The colors that originate nearly 93 million miles from Sylvan Beach reach me. It is incomprehensible to my mind, but my heart hears the message from God clearly. “Goodnight. I love you.”
When do you feel God’s presence?