“Why is the ocean so addicting?” She asked me as we watched earth’s yellow orb fall behind an abstract masterpiece of purple, orange and crimson. A moment and it was gone.
The salty air filled my lungs. My blood sprinted through my veins. I felt like I could stand on that rocky shore forever.
“Because it’s so much like God,” I replied with reverence.
Each time my sole touches sand, my mind revels in heavenly truth.
A marvelous contradiction is He.
Once I swam within Him and He crashed into me with such force I walked out bleeding.
I recall a verse in Luke.
“The one who falls on the cornerstone will be broken.”
I was broken.
Simultaneously, I was healed.
The salt stung sanitation into every abrasion.
Still there was peace, knowing I would be whole again.
God is much like the ocean only grander.
I hadn’t seen Him in a while.
I forgot how renewing it felt.
A dangerous safe haven.
Thank you, Lord, for a briny breath of you.
