Wispy gray hair waved about as every inch of her wrinkled face smiled into the wind. When she lifted her face toward the sun, she closed her eyes as if in worship. In her silence, I could almost hear her heart praising God for another day to experience the beauty of His creation. God, I whispered, I want to be like her when I’m her age. Through the roar of the ocean, it was as though His gentle whisper answered my heart: Why wait? Those two words shook me from my complacency!