There has, since my young age, been this deep admiration for the ocean. It’s beauty leaves me speechless, it’s magnitutude I cannot comprehend, it’s song is unforgettable, and by it’s very touch I am drawn to it more and more.
To admire from the shore is a wonderful thing. I spent many days seated on the sand, thinking and praying, listening and hoping. My eyes, fixated on the horizon with a sense of peace knowing that if my God could create this work of art, most certainly he could outwork his creation in me.
To set yourself into this mass is another experience. It’s the scary kind. The kind where you have to lose it all, trust the motion of each wave, and each experience of it’s direction. You are no longer your own apart from the ocean, but one within the vastness of it’s being.
I thought of grace. I thought of my life seated on the shore, looking across the rich view of it – What a beautful thing it is. What an amazing reponse of God’s creativity for a soul like me. It leaves me in wonder, it encourages my heart and fills me with hope. My eyes, fixated on grace cannot see a flaw in it, but only majesty expressed. Most certainly, grace can outwork a masterpiece in me.
To set yourself into grace through hope and faith in Jesus Christ is another experience. It’s the freeing kind. It seems scary at first, but it lifts you quickly off your own standing. You have to lose everything you know and take on it’s form, wave after wave, experiencing it’s direction. You are no longer your own, but partnered into it’s being. You are in grace and grace is in you.
There has, since a young age, been a deep admiration for grace. It’s beauty leaves me breathless, it’s magnitude I cannot comprehend, it’s song is unforgettable, and by it’s very touch I was drawn to where I belong.