TITLE: A moment to last
By pam bryan
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Sudsy white foam trembles and sparkles as it bumps up against the sandy dune under my feet. I watch mesmerized as wave after relentless wave hurls itself toward the shoreline. Shiny waves retreat, teasing me to step away from my safe spot. Beautiful treasures are just out of reach. I hesitate. An internal caution holds me back. I dare not give in to the hypnotic rhythm for even the most delicate shell. They’re not mine to hold just now. Not now.
The power and majesty of the display before me wraps me in awe. I want to stretch my arms around this living scene pulsating with watery froth, and hold it as an ever-present experience. But I cannot. I stand mute. Through His handiwork, the Father is communicating His eternal power, His divine nature, His abiding presence in this forever moment.
Salty sea mists kiss my lips. But my heart yields to the throne of grace. My inner child appeals to the Father/Teacher for the lesson I expect from Him in this setting. I wait in holy wonder. This symphony of nature is for us to share, He and I. In expectation I wait. Lessons revealed too quickly may not be absorbed, may not be heeded.
Suddenly my eyes settle on the birds riding the waves. Are there four, six, ten? All around them the power, the watery turbulence remains constant. I am just now aware that the waves’ rhythmic motion is a recurring pattern with even but lengthy and complex sequences. The gulls seem to be perfectly at ease, in complete harmony with the waves. There is no fear, no anxious care detected in any of their movements. Never are they surprised by the crashing crest just beyond each wave’s peak. Never are they caught off guard. Periodically their up-raised wings interrupt the nonchalant ride. The delicate movement lifts them just in time to avoid getting splashed by a tiny crest. Even this action I come to understand is a part of the whole. This dance, this rhythmical, fluid pastime they understand well. To my new feathery friends, it’s a casual, satisfying part of their daily routine provided by their Creator.
“Yes, Father, the message speaks to me. In every detail of Your world You are in control. In the seeming chaos of our days, Your loving instruction is ever there for the taking. You even go beyond the practical and daily provide me with good things to enjoy. All is well.” He who laid out times, seasons, tide patterns and watery symphonies also instructs His own in how to deal with the ebb & flow of life. And not only so, but also to discover pleasure in the journey. So fear not, enjoy life. Enjoy the ride.
I turn away to enter my own waves.
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