Yesterday was the first day of school.After the morning rush of getting my very excited (but slightly nervous) kids out the door and on their way to school, a friend and I headed east -- for the beach.
She had flown in from Arizona for a long weekend and I was obligated, as a good host, to show her the sights. (I know, it's a sacrifice, but someone's gotta do it!)
The weather was sunny, the beach was nearly deserted. It was in a word -- perfect.
Out there in the sunshine, breathing in the salt air and listening to the pounding surf, all the stress and anxiety of the past week just melted away. After a while, I got up and started walking along the shore, knee-deep in waves, thinking.
This ocean is so vast, so untamed, so beautiful and mysterious. It can be both gentle and fierce. Nothing can withstand its relentless force. Just like the love of God.
Sometimes God tenderly wraps me in His love with soothing comfort, like the gentle waves swirling around my ankles. Other times His love crashes over me, taking my breath away, sweeping me off my feet, pulling me deeper into His irresistible passion. The contrast is terrifying and exhilarating. Either way, I'm completely fascinated.
I long for more.
The seas have lifted up, O LORD,
the seas have lifted up their voice;
the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,
mightier than the breakers of the sea --
the LORD on high is mighty.
Psalm 93:3,4
3 comments:
I grew up on the ocean in Maine and now live near the ocean in California. There is indeed a sense of God in the sea.
I agree. The ocean is a great place to go and talk to God. Or rather go and let God talk to you.
I have something on my blog for you, Angela! (Second post down)
So glad you could relax for a while on the beach and take a deep breath! Been thinking of you this weekend...Becky
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