There is something special about spending a Sunday morning
sitting at the ocean’s edge, just me and the ocean. It has been overstated, but
yet it cannot be overstated, this is majesty that God has created. I cannot
adequately describe what was in my heart that morning. Gratitude of the utmost
proportions is the closest word I can come up with, though that hardly seems sufficient.
That morning, it seemed that God created the ocean just for
me. It is a wonderful surprise he presented to me, just when I needed it most.
The sea, my gift from God. It flows, it ebbs, but as was God’s plan I think, it
knows exactly where It is going. It has a destination and it continues until
the journey is fulfilled. So shall it be with me.
I have found a peace and serenity here that I was needing,
now I understand why I was so compelled to get here despite the obstacles. Not
only have I found joy, peace and serenity. I have found the certainty I was
searching for. I know without a doubt God that you are here and you are with
me- always and if you are here, you are anywhere I go for that is your nature.
I can go home with the peace that only you can give me,
knowing that you brought me on a journey to reveal your true self to me. You
did that in a way that was uniquely personal and that transcends location.
Wherever I am, you are also.
Is it ironic that you took me from one ocean to another to
show yourself? I don‘t think so, the Atlantic Ocean is vastly different that
the Pacific Ocean yet they were both created by your hand. You guided me from
one coast to another to share with me just a glimpse of your personality.
But it gets better, along with the big bang of the ocean you
sent me the little things that shine just as much a light on your personality
as the big ones. You sent me the voice of the ocean, the reflection of the
sunlight on the ocean, the dolphins cavorting in the ocean and the seagulls
soaring low over the water. How is it that I deserve that much?
Then there are the gentle reminders you are giving me, I
watch as a lone seagull struggles against the wind, getting nowhere until he
turns and goes with the natural flow of the wind, then he sails effortlessly.
Was that me? I suppose it was, always struggling against you God when all you
wanted to do was carry me with you.
God forgive me for resisting so fiercely what you so freely
and lovingly offer me.
I accept Father, I accept all you have to give me.