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I grew up in South Florida and water was an enormous presence in our world. We went to the beach. We went deep sea fishing. We sat on the inlet walls fishing for sheep-head. We had picnic suppers at the end of hot days. We walked the pier. We hunted shells. We knew to take off glittery jewelry when swimming in the ocean so we wouldn’t attract barracuda attacks. We knew the sting of a Man-o-War. We knew port from starboard; stern from bow. We knew the dangers of the sea and the dependability of her steady tides. We searched for the sluggish tracks of the Loggerhead; we’ve witnessed her salty tears as she laid her eggs.
Life is rather parallel to the wiles of the great sea.
When I was little I depended on the adults around me for protection.
Now, I walk toward the One who is my Fortress from danger.
The One who Lights the darkness of days.
The One who gave Himself for my salvation.
My Lighthouse.
My Savior.
My Jesus.
xo
Do you know Him?
Diana says
July 23, 2017 at 7:05 pmAmen and AMEN! Life near the ocean sounds like so much fun! I know nothing but Kansas myself… well, except two church mission work trips to New Mexico several years ago, but no ocean there, either. But yes, I’m thankful to know my Lord and Savior even here! \o/
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Barbie says
July 24, 2017 at 5:48 pmThis verse has always been so encouraging to me, and yet how soon I forget it’s truths. Thank you for leading me to the Rock that is higher than I today. Blessings!
Stephanie ReadsWell says
July 26, 2017 at 1:51 am“Life is rather parallel to the wiles of the great sea.” Oh…such a great line. My thoughts blow out when I look at the sea.
admin says
July 26, 2017 at 9:47 amThanks for visiting, Stephanie.
Ali Battersby says
July 27, 2017 at 7:31 amJob34:29
Comforting verse