One summer our family spent a few days of relaxation at a place near
the sea. We walked aimlessly along the shore, feeling the smooth sands
shifting under our lazy steps, picking up shells, watching the gulls and
other birds whirling and swooping , diving, listening to their shrill
calls. We watched the endless waves roll in, we waded into them as they
broke gently about our feet. We lifted our faces
to the breeze, tasting salt on our lips. All the lovely "nothings" one
does at the seashore.
One afternoon, from our safe indoor vantage point, we watched a
storm gather some distance off-shore and unleash it's fury.
Dark wind-tossed clouds flashed with blinding lightening. Thunder
cracked and rolled overhead. The turbulent sea turned itself inside-out,
frenzied waves climbing over angry waves, breaking and falling back upon
itself with a loud deafening crash,foaming like a mad thing. Winds
rushed and tore and screamed and roared. We thrilled at the exciting,
terrible, magnificent spectacle.
But then, during a lull in the storm, someone spoke....."I hope no one
is out there".
What a picture is brought to mind. A picture of our own frightened,
helpless, hopeless, state. adrift upon the Sea of Life, driven and
buffeted by sin, until He Who once spake" Peace" to a stormy sea spoke
"Peace" to our troubled.longing hearts and lifted us to the safe haven
of His love and mercy .
Like Peter, sinking 'neath the waves, we cry out in desperation, "LORD,
..........and He does.