Waves roar as I first stroll along the beach, then sit on the end of the boardwalk and watch. The red flag snaps in the wind and I clutch my hat to my head as I walk along the waterline. I do not walk in fear. Nor does the momma fear as she holds her barely toddling daughter by both hands and walks her in the sand toward the child’s daddy.
He assigned the sea its boundaries and locked the oceans in vast reservoirs. Let the whole world fear the LORD, and let everyone stand in awe of him. Psalm 33:7-8 (NLT)
Despite the undertow warnings on my phone, Pelicans fly low over the wave and dive to catch fish. They rise up and satisfy their hunger.
I read somewhere that the sea is a symbol of chaos. But the waves roll in rhythmically and the sea stays within its bounds.
The disciples were absolutely terrified. “Who is this man?” they asked each other. “Even the wind and waves obey him!” Mark 4:41
I wish I was as fearless as the pelican, bravely diving into the roar and trusting God for sustenance. But I’m not. I pray for peace and calm. I stand out of reach of the waves except for the occasional foot washing in the icy water and offer my praise, delighting in God’s handiwork.
Fortunately, he did not call me out into the waves today. But he has before and no doubt will do so again. So I worship at the glimpse of his power and might. I store up memories to sustain me and pray that when he calls me I will dive in fearlessly like the pelican.