The Wind. The Sand. The Ocean.

The Wind.  The Sand.  The Ocean.

The Wind.  It was coming from the north.  I set up my chair so I could feel the wind in my face.  I was not facing the ocean.  Several songs remind me that God’s love is like an ocean.  As I was sitting there with the ocean at my back and the wind in my face I realized that I do life like that.  God’s love is right there behind me but I’m facing the wind instead because it feels better.  God’s love is big, overwhelming and deep.  The breeze had ceased to caress my face, my skin was hot to the touch, sweat was dripping down the sides of my face.  I took my glasses off and set them on top of the bag beside me, carefully took off my watch and placed on the table that had my SPF on it.

The Sand.  My feet were warm.  I stood up feeling kind of light headed.  I looked out at the ocean in front of me.  I took a step and sand wrapped around my toes, then another step, the sand kept wrapping itself around my toes and it was very warm.  As I neared the water the sand became more packed under my feet.  I was no longer leaving deep footprints in the sand.  As I got closer my footing became more sturdy as the ground underneath was more packed and solid until the waves of water hit my feet I had no sensation in my toes.

The Ocean.  The coolness of that first tip of water touching my toes was shocking yet exhilarating.  I almost took a step back but the coolness drew me in further.  I kept seeing the sand come over my feet but then being washed away by the next wave of sea.  I kept my gaze looking a couple steps ahead of me.  I could see the greenish yellow water, the sand below and a few minos swimming frantically trying to find their path.  There was a slight uneasiness about taking the next few steps as I searched ahead of me for marine life as I didn’t want to feel the sting.  My legs began to get cold, almost too cold not to move forward but it didn’t stop me.  Every few seconds my bare skin would get used to the coolness which kept me moving forward in my journey.  I finally was in the ocean deep enough I could lift up my feet.  As I did I could feel the waves come over my chest and then try to pull me further into the ocean each and every time a wave came towards me then moved away.  As each waved did this sometimes i would feel a coolness, sometimes warmth.  I kept feeling it wants to take me further into it’s control but I couldn’t let it consume me.  I placed my feet on the ground long enough to stop my body from becoming the oceans slave.  There is a decision to be made here.  Keep feeling the beauty of the ocean waves and get taken over by its depth and power or stand up and turn away?

The Spirit.  The Son.  The Father.

Living loved, freely and dancing into my divine design,

Elizabeth