I watched the easy surf, the morning birds, and the early risers as I walked south on the east shore of the Atlantic this morning. It was a bit overcast and the sun was trying to melt away the covering. However, no gray could dwell within me with the Light that was bursting forth from inside out, while listening to my favs on the iPod (one great invention, I must say...). How hard it was to not raise my hands continually! But, not wanting to have strangers think me crazy, even though I'd never see them again, I gave a few great big stretches here and there.
The beach does this to me; has this way of piercing my soul. The vastness of the ocean, the unending shoreline, the constant breeze all remind me how BIG He is and how much I should believe in that greatness to handle all my weary, little woes.
I had my 100-Day-After-Radiation appointment at the hospital the other day. Zoomed through with flying colors. I do not want to forget how far and undoubtedly God has taken me on this cancer-journey in my life. So I must go to the ocean, or to the mountains, to be reminded once again. Is it possible that He created such greatness in the Beginning just for that reason? He big, me little; He strong and mighty; me dependent and secure. So, let the oceans roar and the winds blow, as are promised later today. For I know that when the storms come, I can be calm, not disturbed by the waves or wind.
Bigness is way underrated.
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