Rest

A planned visit to the ocean is always a treat.  I chose to go with the intention of spending the evening watching the sunset with the Lord.  It was my Sabbath, a date, and truly restful.

This past week, I struggled with a decision that affected me that was out of my control.  I was confused and broken hearted over it and needed to gain understanding and peace to move past the conflict of my heart.  As I sat on a park bench on a cliff looking over the water, I discussed my trouble with the Lord.  I am incredibly thankful for God’s presence.  He’s real, lovely, and always at my side.  We sat together on the bench taking in the beauty.

You can know God as Creator by resting near the ocean.  The sound of the waves crashing the shore is thunderous yet soothing.  The smell is unique yet familiar and fresh.  The glistening water’s depth, no man can fathom, yet it tickles the toes with a gentle embrace.  The grains of sand in their legions sparkle in the evening glow at dusk, reaching and retreating in obedience.  Peace speaks.

Out of nothing, God spoke and the mysteries of the ocean formed.  Each detail incomprehensible and real.  If God breathed life to the wonders of the sea, He can breathe life in me.  Even I am more majestic than His ocean.  My days are detailed with excellence.  Every victory, struggle, and question is a piece of the beauty of my life.  The ocean is so vast, immeasurable, and miraculous.  As well, my life is beyond my understanding.  I am priceless.  His perfection is reflected in His creation.  May He be perfect in me. 

My time of rest has taught me once again, to see God’s majesty in the ebb and flow of life, in the depths and the surface of my purpose, and the innumerable details.  My heart may still have times of trouble, but God is greater than my heart. I am thankful that God speaks to me, sitting beside me, loving every detail of my life.  Peace, peace, wonderful peace.  This is rest.