“My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through
me.”
It’s peaceful and ferocious, frustrating
and calm, satisfying both my hunger for adventure and my need for rest.
As I sit on the edge of the reality
that the two weeks I have just spent on the shores of the ocean have come to a
close and I must dive into the demands and joys of my current life and work and
relationships, I reflect. I ache for the
serenity of the sand beneath my feet. I
yearn to hear again the laughter of my children mixed with the sound of the
crashing waves as they play and splash and build. I mourn the easy and carefree days allowing
the hot sun to pour down on me, sipping my coffee, walking in the sand,
splashing in the waves.
The sea is home. The beach brings clarity and freedom and life
slips into focus. The ocean, whether
raging or calm, is God in all God’s fullness, powerful and strong and
good.
I ache, I yearn, I mourn. I hope that I can hold the adventure and the
peace that I find by the sea in my heart and allow it spill over into both the
mundane and the chaotic no matter where I am and no matter where I go or what I
feel or what may come.
“The sea always filled her with
longing, though for what she was never sure.”
