Sometimes it looks like the waves are reaching, grasping the sand on the shore. Our lives are like that, repeatedly beating against the same thing hoping for a definite hand to hold on to. If we were just still for a moment, maybe two- we would see that thing we’re beating against is all around us. That sand is holding us in the palm of His hand. Instead of sitting, we make the same motions refusing to change insisting we’re alone at times. Are we so jaded by our salt water tendencies that we don’t grasp to the only real love out there? Does God strive to get us to stop moving and take a look around? Instead of washing all our broken shells on shore, as if they’d be made whole again when we wash back up with a new batch; instead of endlessly examining our surroundings until we ourselves erode them into something dull; instead of doing all this which is us- can we just turn around and focus on the important?
