In preparing to begin this blog, I’ve spent some time reading through my journal, which I began writing as my prayer life began to unfold. I found a few entries I wrote on a trip to the beach in late summer…and they seemed timely, with winter tightening its grip on the Pacific Northwest, and on me. Here is one:
A weekend at the beach – a wonderful change of pace. It’s much easier to slow the mind at the coast – away from the hum of ordinary life – where the sound of breaking waves gives rise to different perspectives. The vastness of the sea is remarkable, hard to wrap the head around from such a small point on one small coastline…one little man on a balcony, and most of the planet covered by this expanse.
So much larger is God – like the sea, I can dive into Him, become lost in Him…and yet unlike the sea, my living depends precisely on becoming lost – to be cast adrift on currents beyond my comprehension, in the endlessly wonderful vastness of God.
This morning I had the thought: the gulls do not ask themselves, “who am I?”. They just are. Just as God is. Perhaps my goal is to simply be – as the gull is – in Him.
Psalm 36 again: ‘Lord you preserve both man and beast. How priceless is your love!’
To be lost in Love, which preserves and sustains all things. Oh Lord, may I be less and less attached to the shoreline…
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