Waves roll in toward the shore, powerful, unstoppable, and without reserve. They crash against the rocks or lick at the beach, but another always follows.
The cycle of life in living motion, and the power of God on display. The splendour of nature at its purest, a gentle swell or a mighty wall that destroys.
Every single one is different from the last—influenced by many visible or unseen forces encountered along the way.
They do not question their fate or consider their existence; they just form and rush to their end. Forever part of the cycle, and perhaps someday, some tiny part of them will wash out on the same beach.
Nothing puts me more in awe of God than seeing His power revealed in nature. A tiny ant carrying something ten times its weight or a mighty wave chasing to the beach. The song of God's creation carried on the wind, or the cry of an eagle as it soars, always moves me.
Standing on a beach with my toes buried in the sand while being buffeted by the wind as I stare over that endless expanse of water reminds me how insignificant I am in comparison. Yet, God calls me His masterpiece as he does for every single child of His.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to God
SpiritualI feel I should offer a disclaimer; this will not be a book of pretty words and flowing writing. It might even have an odd format with short stories, prayers, poems, journal entries, and autobiographical tendencies. There will be raw bits of unfilte...
