I write these posts while sitting at the beach watching the waves crash endlessly onto the sand. There’s a beauty in the repetition. It is a special comfort to know that the waves can be counted on.  Tomorrow when I come back here the same water performance is repeated.

Today the waves are choppy and a friend reminded me that life is choppy.

I think of the surfer who intentionally goes out into those waves to enjoy the movement.  She counts on the pulsing of the ocean for her recreation. The water lifts the surfer and that adventure is so very worth duplicating.

But those same waves that lift up can also push down.

If those waves were repeatedly washing over me and pushing me down, I would not be as comforted by the constant rhythm.  Struggling for breath, I would be gasping, hoping, praying for a break from that repetition to get myself out of that drowning situation.

Same waves. Different outcome.

Seems like a metaphor on life and I feel like I’ve been here before in my thoughts.  Having a godly perspective on life’s events can produce a delight in the adventure.  But today as I look out on the water all I see is choppy. Maybe a picture of how life feels sometimes.  Choppy.

So I force myself to see the sun that shines on that water.  The waves are constant and beautiful. And on another day when the water is choppy and the sun is not shining I will discipline myself to see the birds enjoying the wind. The fish enjoying the water.  The surfer enjoying the waves.

Waves and life.  Constant. Fun. Scary. Beautiful.

happily ever after, beth