Remember when your parents took you to the beach and you ran towards the ocean excited to feel the sand between your little toes. You watched as the waters rushed forward and washed away the sand around your feet. As you looked out at the expanse, the sunlight danced upon the waves creating an illusion of serenity hiding the depths of the seas' ferocity.
Well, that’s what I did. I dug my toes deep into that squishy soft sand to see how deep I had to get before I could just stand there rooted into the ground without letting the sea drag the sand away leaving me back on unstable ground. I stood there feeling the cool wet sand between my toes and the rush and tug of the swirling waters moving forward and then back. Appearing as if the sand and waters were dancing before me in some sort of savage waltz. I look up and marvel at this magnificent, beautiful, terrible sea, the waves rising up feigning to crash right over me. Yet, as the waves get closer, closer and closer still they shrink and with a force sweep over the sand pulling all before it into the deep. Knowing my parents and sister were close behind I would stand courageously before this wonder knowing no matter how deep I went in there was always someone looking out for me. I would stand there with my toes digging deeper into the sand, watching the swirling waters and the crashing waves before me. The beauty and majesty of God’s creation staring back at me. Blues and greens mingled together with shimmers of white and yellow light, something so alluring yet so unknown.
Now, as I step forward looking at a metaphorical majestic ocean of life, I dig deep into God’s word allowing my feet to be rooted and grounded. I run excitedly towards life’s oceans knowing that my Savior’s awesome presence is ever near and as I look up at those waves I know they will shrink as they get closer. Though the waves may come with a force trying to pull and drag all before it, I can stand.
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