Proud Waves

I had the privilege of spending a week in St. Augustine, Florida, this month. We went to visit friends for the daughter’s high school graduation, and naturally we spent some hours on the beach.

This is the first time I’ve been to a beach in warm weather (well, since I was four years old, and I barely remember that). I loved waking early to watch the sun rise like a ball of glowing lava over the quiet ocean. Walking the shore at night with the water pulling the sand from beneath my feet and the stars pin-pricking the sky. Mixing water with dry sand to reach the perfect consistency for castle-building. Meandering up and down the beach to find shells for my sister to turn into jewelry.

But for me, the seaside, be it sandy or rocky, is really about the ocean.

The waves relentlessly rushing, curling, crashing, retreating.

The sight of endless water, here to the horizon.

The feel of cool water washing over my skin, tugging at my feet.

The constant movement, as if the ocean is alive.

The taste of salt when the water splashes my lips.

The sounds. The scents.

It’s so big. So powerful.

The ocean has majesty. It’s a force to be reckoned with.

Dad told me of a line he remembered from a book he read years ago,Β Endurance.

You can never win against the ocean. The best you can hope for is a draw.

The waves and water are relentless, untamable. Beautiful, yet a little frightening.

All week, I kept thinking of where the LORD points to the ocean He created as evidence of His power. God asks Job,

β€œOr who shut in the sea with doors,
When it burst forth and issued from the womb; …

When I fixed My limit for it,
And set bars and doors;

When I said,
β€˜This far you may come, but no farther,
And here your proud waves must stop!’

-Job 38: 8, 10-11 NKJV

Truly, with all our dikes and jetties and super-sophisticated technology, the best we can do is sort of hold our own against an undaunted foe that fights effortlessly.

We can never control the ocean.

But God can.

He set the limits. He said, “Your waves may come up to here, and not a step farther without My permission.”

Indeed, the ocean’s waves are proud. And not without reason.

It is good to remember that I serve the God who can bid the proud waves to halt. And even walk upon them if He pleases.

-Miss Darcy

6 thoughts on “Proud Waves

  1. Ooh, I love beautiful St. Augustine! Were you able to tour the Castillo de San Marcos? The top has a lovely view of the water.

    Whenever I visit a beach I marvel that anyone could not believe Someone created the ocean. The world is such a testament to God’s power.

    Hope you had a fun trip!

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    1. It was a great trip! We didn’t tour the Castillo de San Marcos, but we did take a trolley ride around the town and learned some neat history about the place. I loved the town enough to hope I can visit again and tour the fortress this time. πŸ™‚

      “The world is such a testament to God’s power.” –Amen!!

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  2. Although I think Pensacola’s beaches are prettier than St. Augustine’s, I’ll agree with the ocean part. But the white sands of the Florida Panhandle make the water so much greener, like liquid emeralds. I remember often sitting on the beach and looking out over the crashing waves with their lacy edges as they met the sand, and thinking, My Father created that. And He controls it. One of the few things I miss about living in Pensacola. So glad you had a great time with your friends and enjoyed their beach. But if you ever get a chance, Darcy, be sure you visit Pensacola and it’s beaches. There’s a lot of history in that town too. City of 5 flags. You’d love Ft. Pickens and Ft. Barrancas.

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