The tide was coming in and the waves crashed higher and higher on the rocks. In the handful of times this land locked dweller faced the ocean, fear crept up, drawing breath a little more difficult.
The power of water rushing over rocks, able to move objects as it wished.
And then there was my friend, who spoke of the deeper peace she had as she sat near the raging waters.
This was home for her. Her anxieties calmed in the steady, yet unpredictable coming and going of the waves.
Let Me love you. You fear your imperfections. So you fight, you strive. Be still and let my love quiet you. Let My love quiet you. Let My love perfect you.
While hearing the sweet, tender voice, I see the raging waters again. I know then, His love is like the crashing waves. To let Him love me, to let the waves, powerful and consuming, wash over me.
