Alexis
I wanted to take a video of the waves crashing on the ocean shore this morning, sometimes one on top of the other, other times with moments of relative peace and calm with the occasional unbreaking swell.
There were surfers out there riding the waves, and surfers thrown free of their boards, while said boards shot into the air. I couldn't see the surfers tumbled about under the waves, but saw them pop up eventually and start again.
Sometimes the waves would break and crash into each other, sending spray several feet in the air.
The ocean and it's waves seemed to spread endlessly, going on as far as my eye could see.
I stared at the beautiful, deadly, refreshing, wild, endless, churning ocean and thought about how I've been treading in those waves every day.
I have felt the salt on my skin as I've wept, as another one of life's waves crashed in. I have floated along, carried by the calmer moments, I have been pinned under a wave so big, long enough to think I'd never breathe again, but suddenly been let up just long enough to catch my breath. I've treaded water in high tide and felt my feet firmly planted as the water receded for a moment.
I've been tossed about and dragged down the beach until I could scarcely recognize where I stepped in.
But you know what I haven't done, I have not drowned. By the faithfulness of God, who sustains me in the very deepest waters I have not drowned.
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