One of the best moments of my life came to my mind the other day.

I was standing on the roof of an apartment building in Washington, DC. I could see the Capitol building just in front of the sunset. I brought my Bible up with me and just read for a while. I opened up to one of my favorite chapters, Romans 8 and remembered something from this summer.

I was walking along the beach at night on Grand Traverse Bay. I could see the lights of the docks across the water. I had seaweed in my pants. Dad was up by a picnic table with his Bible. I was mostly alone. The waves drowned out all my words. It was excellent. I stood with waves soaking my pants up to my thighs. Sand and seaweed.

I shouted at the very top of my lungs, "WHAT THEN CAN WE SAY IN RESPONSE TO THIS?!"

I was very tempted to shout that again from the apartment building.

Title Explanation

This summer, my family and I went on vacation in Michigan. As usual, I went on several late-night walks, both by myself and with sisters/parents. Well, the lake had TONS of seaweed, especially along the beach. Nevertheless, I can't walk on a beach without getting my feet wet. So, flip-flops in hand, I charged that water, clothes on and everything. I ended up drenched up to my thighs and had plenty of seaweed and sand up and on my pants, but I had some excellent conversations during those walks and they shall not be soon forgotten.

I created the blog shortly after that trip with vaca memories fresh in my mind. Thus, my title.