The voice of the LORD is over the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the LORD thunders over the mighty waters.
When my parents take us on vacation to see family in Massachusetts, one of my absolute favorite places to visit is Horseneck Beach. Living where we do in Georgia, it's a good seven hour drive to the coast. Needless to say, a trip to the ocean is a coveted treat!
As soon as Dad parks the car, we cousins tumble out the doors in a flash. Toting towels and buckets and shovels, we begin the long trek over the pearl-white sand dunes to reach our destination. The sand, hot from the sun, but soft as silk, spills over the tops of our tennis shoes.
I can hear the faint roar of the crashing waves in the distance. Growing louder and more distinct with every step we take.
Until . . .
We pop over the rise of the last mountainous dune.
And, there it is. The seemingly endless miles of beach. The large, rolling, thunderous waves merciless pummeling her shore.
Perfect for body surfing!
We don't waste another moment. Dumping our towels and toys willy-nilly on the beach, we race for the water.
Oh! But, it's so cold!
We squeal and shout and laugh as we move farther into the beckoning waters. Soaked by the relentless waves, our bodies quickly adjust to the temperature. Cool and comfortable now in contrast with the hot and dazzling summer sun.
Dad is our lookout.
"Here comes a big one!" He shouts. "Everybody get ready to ride!"
Poised. Ready. The mountain is rising. Rising. Rising.
Take a deep breath . . .
And, our bodies, straight as surfboard, are carried on the crest of the wave.
Weightless. Gliding. Rushing!
And, if we're lucky, we land gracefully on the shore.
At worst, the wave breaks over us, water swirling, raging around our heads. We are tossed like a hapless rag in a washing machine.
Only to come up for air. Bruised, but not broken.
Pick ourselves up gleefully.
And, race back into the ocean.
To catch the next perfect wave.
Do you have favorite memories of time spent at the beach?
Will you join me in prayer?
Today, Father, let us listen for Your voice. Perhaps we will hear You speaking through the thundering waves, or a gentle breeze, or in the laughter of a child. Open the ears of our hearts that we might truly hear You. Amen.
Psalms 24, 29 or 8, 84
Leviticus 8:1-13, 30-36