As I put my toes in the sand, I sink into its warmth. The dry land embraces my feet. It makes me aware that I must choose. Yes, I must decide which direction I move toward the ocean. Should I walk on the shells, wince and complain? Perhaps, I need to take more steps on a smoother turf to reach my destiny. Each step is a process of sinking and selecting. This awareness reminds me of life. I may choose to retreat and just stand on the boardwalk and not enter into the clement waters. I can see the cerulean hues and hear the swish of waves. This is pleasant and comfortable.
Then, I crave more. I select a different path to the ocean. The sand is lukewarm, soft, filled with lovely childhood memories. The sunshine on my skin soaks into my bones. The balmy breeze brushes my face as I step into the water. Suddenly, I encounter the waves of life. They wash around me and sometimes make me off balance. I must commit myself again. Do I want comfort or understanding? I see something shining under the water. I reach for it just as an oncoming wave snatches it from my sight. The treasure is gone. It has been washed out to sea. Do I quit? Do I give up?
I choose to stay. I fight the salty waves trying to push me down. I ground my feet into the wet sand below. I am a warrior. I rest in the position I am in and reach toward the Almighty. I know He is with me. I am certain He cares about my destiny because He created me for it. I am not a robot, so He doesn’t make my choices. I choose my path, my balance, and my way of reaching and trying. I reach again for the diamond beneath the water and, this time, I catch it. It is a pointed shell broken but still lovely with its alabaster finish. Broken yet beautiful. I like how smooth it feels and how in the sunshine it reflects rainbows of light and color. I have received a gift from the hands of the tide. For this I am grateful.
Psalm 36:5, “Your love, LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.” (NIV)