"These damned heights get eerie after a while. I want to go down, way down;far, far down. To the ocean. That sounds right. Where the waves roll in slowly and there's always a roar and you cant fall anywhere. You're already there."
I'm not sure who this quote is credited to, but I think they may have been me in another life.
Sometimes beauty shows up in the most unexpected places.
Oceans are magical.
There's the air that tastes salty and the constant crashing of the waves. It never stops. It's comforting, like a lullaby of nature.
Each wave is fresh. Each one is different and each looks more powerful than the last.
There's a song by Thrice called "Open Water".
"I'm starting to believe the ocean is much like You, 'cause it gives and it takes away."
If we can learn about Jesus through what we see around us; if nature and the world we live in have attributes of the God who created them, then we are lucky.
We are lucky because seasons change, healing comes, death is swallowed in life, the sun rises again every morning and sets every night and because every wave brings new possibilities.
I don't love the ocean because it is easy to deal with, because it's quiet and serene.
Yes, at times it can be peaceful and calm, but that's not always the case.
Sometimes there's storms.
Sometimes the waves don't remind me of renewal but of destruction.
I love the ocean because it reminds me of life.
The ocean has many facets. It can seem cold and unforgiving and it can seem inviting.
Sometimes the ocean destroys things. But after the destruction, when the light from the sun pours through the clouds, there isn't just death on the shore, there's life too.
Even the storms have meaning.
Someday, I'd love to live in a little house on the edge of the sea. I hope I can step out of my front door and curl my toes in the sand.