In Australia, there are parts of the beach where dogs are allowed, and parts where they’re not.
Places where people can walk nude, and places where they can’t.
And today it struck me—maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that our home happened to sit right where the dog-friendly stretch began.
Perhaps it was God’s gentle and intentional kindness, woven into my healing journey with cPTSD—a quiet mercy, right there in the sand.
