Ocean

Ahh, the ocean. Daydreaming about it is a favorite pastime of mine, especially this time of year after shoveling my driveway of snow. 

The ocean itself, however, is no daydream. It is there, always. It goes on and on. It can be touched, and yet not kept. It whispers or shouts, heaves, swells and makes its presence known. Its rhythms are reassuring, sounding a primal chord in us, recalling us to our source in the being of all things.

The ocean, like love, is steadfast. It is not there one minute and gone the next. It fills its designated space totally, yet yields to the slightest touch. 

His steadfast love endures forever. (Psalm 136:1) Have you experienced the kind of love that endures forever? The kind that starts with the exhilaration of cool sugar sand, water coming up to kiss the feet, leading you out through a breathtaking aqua, ever beckoning to an always deeper, wider, greater, unfathomable, and therefore sacred place?

How wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ. (Ephesians 3:18) Draw me into your ocean, Jesus. Amen.