Wednesday Worship: East To West

Yesterday I watched my boys and their cousins spend hours playing in the surf. I’m not sure what game they were playing, but Ash and Dan would stand sideways, arms raised in a symbol of power, and taunt the ocean, daring it to attack them. You can guess the results of that battle. Over and over they would either run screaming in delightful terror or they would bear the brunt of the assault of a very rough ocean with one or both of them thrown to the sand. It was a game, an adventure, and they loved every minute of it.

Uncovering

It has been years since we’ve come to the beach during the summer season. We usually try to go in the fall to much less built up and more secluded beaches. As we crossed the bridge into Ocean City, Maryland, the small town girl in me began to cower inside. This may show my lack of comfort with city life, but to see a skyline at the beach intimidates me. As do the strong accents that surround me and the lack of conversation with the people in the elevators or next to us on the beach. No offense my northern friends, but give me my southern shores of North Carolina any day over this!

My Master’s Work

In Luke’s account of Jesus’ healing the paralytic, he sums it up with this verse.

Then everyone was astounded and they were giving glory to God. And they were filled with awe and said, “We have seen incredible things today!” (Luke 5:26)

As I sit here from our 16th floor condo and gaze at the vastness of the ocean. As I sit five feet from the water’s edge and watch eight-foot waves slam into shore. As I close my eyes and hear the thundering crash of the water. And as I listen to the screams and squeals of delight from my children, I echo that amazement.

Adding To The List…

…of one thousand gifts.

The madness of packing, the sweetness of anticipation, the imaginations running wild as we prepare for a week at the beach.

Prayers answered “yes” in the lives of friends.

Deep thoughts by saints gone by pointing me to Christ.

Re-evaluating beliefs… solidifying convictions… knowing where I stand.

Faith. The assurance of things hoped for.

Hot showers after long, grungy days.

The land of the free, because of the brave!

Chocolate fudge cake made with special dark cocoa… dripping sweetness.

The smell of Baby Magic on my little one’s skin.