Who is a God like you, who pardons sin and forgives the transgression of the remnant of his inheritance? You do not stay angry forever but delight to show mercy. You will again have compassion on us; you will tread our sins underfoot and hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea.
Micah 7:18-19
It's been a quiet morning. My husband left early to go back to work for a couple of hours-unfinished business-work is never done... My nephew is sleeping on the sofa bed, curled up, blanket half on, didn't even bother to put a sheet under. But he's 17, what do you expect. I've been enjoying the sound of the waves and the changing of the sky, and my daughter's excitement for the coming day. She already has her favorite bathing suit on, and is finishing up her breakfast. My sister is asleep on the small sofa-hugging a pillow to her chest, knees drawn up, hand to mouth. Restful. Peaceful.
It's that ever-changing sky that has my attention. How the clouds gather, then pull apart along uneven lines allowing the light of heaven to shine through. The light of heaven. God's glory. Shines through and ignites the water below so that it looks like rippled glass - ever moving, ever shifting, rolling forward in uneven waves to the shore.
I keep bringing my camera out to try to capture the movement, like a kinetic sculpture, and I realize that I probably won't quite get it. The lens only sees so much. It only focuses on bits and pieces of the whole - like being inside a life-sized jigsaw puzzle. Even as I write, the sky has darkened again, clouds knitting together to close those ragged edges of glory. The ocean is gray and gray - still rolling toward the shore.
In my head, I know this ocean. I know this sky. I know this earth. But my heart, my soul is still filled with the mystery and wonder of it all. I imagine the water on my skin - the salt water and waves lifting me -holding me. I feel the rocking of the deep - ancient, strong, possessive. Mine. You are mine. Ocean lullaby. Rocking in God's hand.
And I return to the sand, to the shore, to the earth and life. Renewed. Refreshed. Clean. Whole. By water, we are baptized - by the spirit we are freed. Our iniquities have been cast away and we begin again.
Heavenly Father, God of the ocean and sky, thank you for renewal.
I enjoy your posts so much! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting me know - it feels strange to send a post out and not have any idea if anyone reads it or sees it. However, I feel right about doing it - maybe God is using me somehow... maybe I just need to get thoughts and questions out of my head... Either way, I'm glad you are enjoying them.
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