creation

I woke to the steady rhythm of waves pounding on the shore, the unremitting rise and fall of the tide easing me out of the night’s slumber. Outside my window, the beach where folks leisurely walked the night before now covered in water. High tide.  Though powerful and dangerous, there’s something calming about the sight and sound of the ocean—the constancy of the waves’ ebb and flow relaxing, reassuring.  Here we see God’s majesty on full display, and gazing out at the endless sea, we become small.  Through summer’s warm sunny days, people gather here to enjoy the water, the…