It’s Day 29 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes, and I’m SO proud of all of you for hanging in there for the long haul!
I hope you’ve enjoyed and benefited from this series as much as I have.
Today’s prompt is: SEA
Setting the timer for five minutes, and … GO.
There’s a song called Oceans by Ten Shekel Shirt. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood on a salty shoreline and this song has welled up within my chest. The chorus goes like this:
There’s something about the ocean
Makes me rise up and praise
There’s something about the heavens
Makes me stand in awe again
There’s something about the sunrise
Reminds me of Your faithfulness
There’s something about the ocean
And I’m lost in love again
It’s true, isn’t it? There’s just something about the ocean that demands praise. The sea’s beauty and magnitude command a reverence and an awe for its Creator.
On those days when I’m feeling emotionally dry or vexed by God’s providence, those days when I’m cheeky enough to think I have a better plan than His, I open my Bible to the book of Job.
I flip to chapter 38, and I let these words put me back in my place:
Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:
“Who is this that obscures my plans
with words without knowledge?
Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me.
“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
Tell me, if you understand.
“Who shut up the sea behind doors
when it burst forth from the womb,
when I made the clouds its garment
and wrapped it in thick darkness,
when I fixed limits for it
and set its doors and bars in place,
when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther;
here is where your proud waves halt’?
~ Job 38:1-4, 8-11
Then I remember that He is God, and I am not. He is so much in control, He even tells the sea how far it can come, and no further.
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Can I really doubt His ability to control the events of my life?
So I stand before the sea, or maybe I just close my eyes in my house and imagine the salty spray of crashing waves — and I remember the greatness of God.
