Break-Wall

The Ashtabula Harbor break-wall has stood strong since 1905. Battered by winter storms and summer thunderstorms that old break-wall stands strong protecting the Harbor.  Never moving, never surrendering,  the break-wall perseveres.  
The older I get the more I understand the symbolism of that old break-wall. We all get battered from the storm of life from time to time. We catch a big wave and we can take on water.  Life just has stormy periods.
We have our personal break-walls that stand to protect us from the storms of life. The big stones of our personal break-walls are called family and friends.  Sometimes a stranger stands with us like a guardian from heaven.  Friends, families, and strangers often stand with us and most often in front of us as we weather the storm.
I know that I am blessed with family and friends who sheltered me when the storm thundered and the waves crashed.  They held me up when I was stumbling.  Friends and families who are unwavering like the rocks in that old Ashtabula break-wall.
I will make my summer pilgrimage to Walnut Beach. I will look at that old wall of stone. I will give thanks to symbolism of those old rocks.   I will close my eyes and thank God for the family and friends who stood as my break-wall and sheltered me from the storm.  

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