The first couple of days we spent at Rehoboth Beach. Umbrella to umbrella, people all with unique stories, lined the shrinking shore. High tide would arrive around noon. Gradually, though quite visibly, a few inches of sand would be swallowed into the ocean.
The seas have lifted up, Lord, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea-the LORD on high is mighty (Psalm 93:3-4).
I am in awe of His creation.
The ocean so wide, so vast, so incredibly deep … is nothing compared to His love for us. As I stared out into the distance, I tried several times to lift my arms high to take a picture of just the sea, no people.
Yet, this one demonstrates our smallness:
Mystery draws us, doesn’t it?
That no one but God knows all the creatures of the sea. In some areas the depth is too great for scientists to explore. And the sand? All His, every last particle scattered along the beaches, piled high in the dunes, the ocean’s cavity floor, and even that which is laid out in deserts:
“Should you not fear me?” declares the Lord.
“Should you not tremble in my presence? I made the sand a boundary for the sea, an everlasting barrier it cannot cross. The waves may roll, but they cannot prevail’ they may roar, but they cannot cross it” (Jeremiah 5:22).
I will glorify Your name until I have no breath. I will write and preach until You cease giving me words to share.
What a privilege it is to serve You, the Creator of these grand things. The sea, yes I got reacquainted with the power of Your waves. No photos of me in the water, but I know You saw. Yes, You were with me. You who gave us salt water to choke on, snails to snicker at, sand for king’s castles, and shells to fill jars that will one day go in our bathroom, when Jason and I move.
Please forgive me for shunning Your beach. It may not be my favorite, but I see Your heart everywhere. Thank You, Father, for blessing us with Your beauty. In Jesus name, Amen.
So the beach was good. We went almost every day and walked it in an evening, too.
“I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember Your miracles of long ago. I will consider all Your works and meditate on all Your mighty deeds.” (Psalm 77:11-12).
After dinner one night, we walked onto the cool sand to get some pics. Yup, this is us. We love God. We love each other. We rarely think alike, unless you are Jackson and Jason or Braedon and me. We bonded on our mountain vacation with the new game Skipbo, which made its way to the beach house. We muddled through compromises on where to eat or which beach to visit. Together, we are stronger, especially after relationship struggles. You cannot be part of a couple, family, or the family of God and be perfect. Perfection is reserved for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. When we reflect Him in this life, people will see Him, the very glimpse we have seen in others. Let us not hide our cracks and brokenness, for we only get to the ashes AFTER the fire of trial. Then, on bended knee, we can seek His face in expectation of His glory to rise from the ruins.
Food for every mama’s wanting heart: on the last day of vacation, as Jackson and I got ourselves ready for the journey to Hershey Medical Center, Jackson said, “Thanks, Mom. This was a really good vacation.”
Thank you for joining me as I have dipped my toe back into blogging waters. School starts again soon, yet I am just taking one class this time. I can only go one day at a time, sometimes only one hour.
Thank you for all who pray for us. If you need specific prayer, please email me directly at email@example.com.