Maybe I Don't Hate The Beach

We just returned from a few days of visiting Jim's mom and brother at the beach. It was such a good trip! I've always hated the beach, but after this visit, I don't hate it as much as I used to. In fact this time around I mostly enjoyed it (except for sunscreen and sand residue).

I sat on the shore holding Nehemiah and watching the others play in the sand and ocean. I looked out into the vastness of God's creation and for the first time in years I felt a calm and a peace that I haven't felt in years! The song "Oceans" by Hillsong came into my mind. I love this song and looking out at the endless sea the metaphor of that song overtook me. I have lived in those moments of life when the depths of life have overwhelmed me and all I had was my Savior, Jesus, to pull me out of those depths. I was ready to swim it, to go into the ocean where my feet could not touch and feel the depth of God's love for me and the power of His hand in a different sense. At that moment I could have done anything because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my God was with me.

And God is still with me, even though life is not in that moment where the water is swirling over my head and I'm waiting for Him to pull me out. But how easy it is to forget. I hope in those moments when I allow the sea around me to overtake my thoughts that I will remember that moment of calm when I felt completely at peace. My Prince of Peace, I need you to fill me!

I have enjoyed the beauty of the beach before, but this time was different. I would still prefer the mountains to the beach for just a vacation, but now I would like to go back to the beach more frequently than I have to be reminded once again of the beauty and grace that comes when we allow God to take us into the deep waters of life where we are reminded all we have is Him and He is enough.