The ocean is calling my name...
The warm salt water, sugar sand, roaring waves, soaring seabirds, cool breeze and endless rays of warmth and light are the cure to my worn down body, soul, and spirit.
Reminding me once again to taste and see that the Lord is good.
Reminding me to bask in the rays of His light, His glory, His care for all of creation. Yes, even for me.
Reminding me to slow down, rest, trust, and know that He is God.
I drink in the deep, deep love of Jesus.
"Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean..."
And I remember that the ocean is but a metaphor for how He loves you and me. It goes deeper still. And wider. And greater. Can this be? Do I really experience this?
And do I offer even a cup of the ocean of this glorious love to those around me?
And do I hear the Creator of this ocean perfect paradise whispering my name?
Am I convinced?
I am convinced...nothing can separate me from the endless ocean of God's love in Jesus. Nothing.