A Parable from the Sea

I sit on the sandy shore and silently cry out to the One Who made the waves and me, asking

  • “Why did the bolted doors have to be opened and discordance welcomed in?”
  • “Why when there was harmony and peace did the chaos and wounds have to begin?”
  • “Why when there was gratefulness and reverence was it replaced by ungraciousness and disregard?”
  • “Why was it more important to disregard a decision than to accept and respect a voice of experience?”
  • “Why did it need to be flashy instead of the simplistic beauty of a parable and its story?”

I stare at the ocean and pray for God’s answers that I might hear or see.

                        So, I wait, and as I wait, I see the obvious

The green waters rocking in the distance, until their graceful teasing is spent.  

Waves beginning to merge and form, until they swell to destined grandeur.

Waves becoming unique, mounting and distinguishing themselves from all the rest.  

Waves growing taller; waves content to remain smaller;

Waves taking longer to grow; waves disappearing before reaching a crescendo.

Aren’t we like the waves?

            So, I wait, and as I wait, I see below the obvious …

Can you see?

The dying waves becoming tiny ripples, white foam, and dissolve onto a wet grave.   

Once their existence is over, others are born to take their places in ceaseless motion.  

The waves are just a part of the sea, yet designed to have their one moment of glory,

Roaring and crashing joyfully only to subside quietly until they are no more.

Their remnants merge and unify before ebbing back to the sea’s gentle embrace. 

Aren’t we designed to be like the ocean?

So, I wait, and as I wait, I find the lesson He intended for me…

Is it one that you can see?

The ocean is an overwhelming constant, surrounding lands of change and war.

Its ceaseless waves refresh the soul and renew the spirit with wonder.

Its salt heals the wounds of the living and comforts the graves of the dead.

The magnificence of its beauty and the secrets of its depths cannot be fathomed.

Shouldn’t I be more like the ocean?

Shouldn’t I be more like God?

So, I waited, and as I waited, I knew…

I will praise God until His voice calls me to shore.

Even though my heart aches, and scars are ripped open, 

I have waited for His voice, and I know…

God is constant like the ocean; His love for me is real; it never wavers. It just rolls on.  

God is purifying like the ocean; His salt heals my heart and binds my wounds.

God is ceaseless like the ocean. He never fails me. He sustains and blesses me.   

God is endless like the ocean. His mercy, grace, and forgiveness has freed my soul.

So, I waited, and as I waited, I found the obvious lessons He intended for me…

If God is for me, why does anything or anyone else matter?

God is greater than anything – even the ocean.

None of my problems are too big for Him to handle.

God is always there for me, no matter who disappoints me or hurts me.

Shouldn’t I be more like the ocean?

Shouldn’t I be more like God?

So, I waited, and as I waited, I knew…

I will praise God until His voice calls me to shore.

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