The ocean! The Ocean! I don’t know why it has such significance for me but to me there is nothing that screams louder of the existence of God. He is expressed so clearly in the power of the waves and the vastness of the water I am surrounded by Him when I rush into it’s torrents. Like the explanation of Aslan in the “Chronicles of Narnia” The sea is so not safe… but it is good. It is big and strong and massive… and you can fight with the current or let it wash all over you. So unpredictable as it rushes up and to you and dashes away. I LOVE the ocean.
I’m not sure what was significant about today. We plunged into the waves. Rested and relaxed. In the camper next to us was a young boy who was clearly autistic. He was verbal. He asked for our names many times. And we talked to mom. She was very grateful that he had finally started talking! Who cares if he repeats himself… a lot. He was talking and starting to socialize with people around him. It was a big deal.
So many times we miss that fact that we are blessed. We have a different picture of what being blessed is or should be. We are in a van… with no idea where we are going to end up… but we have a van. It runs. We enjoy each other and we have a Father more vast than the ocean… and more overwhelming than it’s waves.