As a boy growing up on an island, I always felt far away from everything important, or so it seemed. Of course, I was blessed and did not know it, because too often it's sad but true, familiarity breeds contempt.
As I have been praying Psalm 97, today, while I solemnly sit alongside the Atlantic Ocean, verse one spoke especially close to my inner being. Yes, because "The Lord is King, even those of us at the farthest coastlands have reason to be glad."
Here, now, I will share once more images of my island roots -- yes, from my Granny's homeland, Ocracoke Island -- and I pray in someway each view will somehow bless you.
Outside chalk board message at the Community Store on Silver Lake
Ferry about to enter the Silver Lake Harbor at sunset with live oak tree silhouettes along the shoreline
A biker passing by my friend, David ONeal's home and my Granny's home place just beyond
An island front porch at dusk
Best breakfast imaginable is at Pony Island Restaurant, where our friends Vince and Sue are the owners
Maritime forest next to the lighthouse
A quick shot during our daily bike rides
The Amen Corner, Village Craftsman, front porch resting place
Our private oceanfront for the day
Lucy loves the smells of the seaside
Brothers ONeal at the Downpoint Decoy Shop
A local "shrine" to local fishermen
A night of island folk music with the local group, Molasses Creek -- a packed house at the Deep Water Theater
1940 Buick, Howard Street
A gift carved for me, an Oyster Carcher by Vince
Shrimp Trawler docked in Silver Lake
Lunch prepared for me by my cousin, Chef Jason -- bluefish, collards, garlic bread
Cousin John Ivey's fig tree
Cousin Debbie's fig preserves
Howard Street primitive gate sign
Ocracoke Lighthouse after the rain at day's end
Lucy was fascinated on the Oceanside
Final night at Cedar Grove Cottage on Sunset Drive, 5am ferry in the morning, Saturday
"Worship Only God!" Rev. 22:9 NLT
Grateful
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