“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts” (Isaiah 55:9).
It’s been a while since I was so buffeted by wind, gazing out across miles of water.
But here I am, shoulder to shoulder with my sister watching her two crazy pugs run wild on sand stretched thin along the south coast of England.
I forget how much I miss the ocean until I’m standing next to it again.
The feeling of being small, so very small—and knowing that God is so very big; that He alone orchestrates the rhythm of tides and the ripple of waves.
It’s comforting to know that He is in charge and I am not; that even when I don’t understand the ‘why’ I can rest in the ‘Who’.
His thoughts are far beyond my own, and just as I feel so small measured next to the ocean, I can look to His divine sovereignty and release the need to try to figure everything out. To have all the answers. To strive for perfection.
I simply trust Him. His ways. His thoughts.
And as I push the tangle of windswept hair from my eyes, the tang of sea-salty air invades my senses, and I ask that He might invade my ways, invade my thoughts.
This day, and every day.
