There is an ebb and a flow in life that seems to ride the days like the current on the ocean. This is the place where the waves ride back and forth over the sand – again and again beckoning. It’s as consistent as time. They crash out onto the sand and pull back into the ocean.
Again and again, while the gulls catch their first morning taste of nutrition, and the sun begins to peek over the horizon.
It’s beautiful. My heart seeks that beautiful power and majesty over and over through the days as I witness life going through the same motion.
My littles, their hearts racing, feet dancing, minds growing. One day they are reaching out, attempting to grasp the beauty of the grace and love. The next, they recoil a bit. Afraid of what it truly means to let go and live a life that is not of this world.
Again and again, their hearts seek and love, then fall and feel bruised by the weight of sin.
Me, I’m just their Mom, I should be eating the meat, all too often, the milk is necessary. Like the waves, and the babes, I go back and forth, seeking and growing, then crashing and recoiling.
I thought by now, I would have ‘gotten’ it. Again and again, I see how far I still have to go.
Even in the midst of growing and repeating – again and again the process of sinning and repenting, growing and recoiling, I see that the beach ahead is smaller. There is growth. It may be but a speck here and there, but there is hope and joy.
Hope and joy, not fear or rejection. That’s what I want them to see over and over again. So, as they stand up and jump out – taking those first steps, they will know that we are all the prodigal son. Our Father welcomes us with open arms because of what He did.
Again, I will walk back to Him and sit on my knees.
Joining Lisa-Jo for that one day during the week where I can just allow my thoughts to flow out on the keyboard- no editing allowed – it’s raw and rough.