I love the ocean. I love its majesty. I love that it is ever-changing, yet ever so predictable. The tides rise and fall. The waves crash on the shore and leave it changed. To me, there is no greater example of the presence of God than at the beach.
Peace washes over me when I am in the presence of the ocean.
I've seen the ocean calm and almost placid in nature. Security wraps me in its embrace as my Father calms my soul. I enjoy this time. Yet, this time at the ocean is not necessarily my favorite.
Instead, I've ventured near the ocean in the midst of an oncoming hurricane. Awe-inspiring and wildly engaging, as the hand of God reminds me how small I am in light of His powerful creation. For a moment I could understand those who seek extreme sports in an effort to secure a momentary thrill.
I giggled like a young school girl as the salty spray and whirling sand stung my cheeks and found its way into my open grin. Not real tasty, but certainly unforgettable.
This image is emblazoned in my memory. Should I have been afraid in the face of a near certain disaster that sent many scrambling to batten down the hatches and flee for safety? Surely I should have exercised a bit of caution.
Yet, I am exhilarated, even in recall, as I think of the sheer power our God exudes with the breath of the wind at His command.
of the LORD,
and worship the LORD
most holy and glorious. The voice of the LORD
echoes over the oceans.
The glorious LORD God
above the roar
of the raging sea,
and his voice is mighty
Psalm 29:2-4 (CEV)
FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real