We are buried neck deep on the crest of the ocean......The tide rises and we don't, for some reason, see it coming,......we panic and try to hold our breath......the water engulfs us..... we choke and gag....salt water in our eyes and mouth.....the tide recedes just when we think we are done for.........Now we know.....we have learned....this wave will return and we are still neck deep.....only this time, we wont panic.....we will pace our breathing.....we know it will recede....it always recedes.........our lungs grow stronger..our patience lengthened...we are no longer wasting energy in the panic or the fear of the impeding tide.....soon......we regain some strength......we wiggle when we can........this looses some of the grip and pressure of the sand..........now we are waist deep.....ready for the wave.....strong with breath.....the tide recedes again....now we are free of sand......... we step back.......way back...... but we don't run away from it like it didn't happen.......we take in how small we really are..how close to loosing it all we were........we see the massiveness of the ocean.........We had two decisions....continue to panic, loose all our energy and be drown by the consistent, relentless tide, or we could learn about the tide.................how to manipulate it, how to prepare for it, how to move out of the sandy danger.....
Someday we will see the ocean and not re-live the pain of almost being buried alive.....but appreciate the beautiful, complex, God made ocean for what it is.........Life
May God's loving arms enfolded you...Allow him to hold you. Natalie Grant has a sweet song that can say it better then me called: HELD
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They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait for one hour
Watching for our Savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held