God as a Mighty Wave

It’s been three years since I’ve experienced God as a mighty wave crashing into the shore and then dissipating into white foam and moving backwards into the expanse of the sea. 

As I watch the water and sand come together, and I peer out to where the sky and ocean meet, I think about the thousands of years represented in the very place I stand.  A place once uninterrupted by human hands with only the mark of His hands. 

The ocean water dominates the earth just like He is dominate over all of life.  Each wave, as its peak gets higher, and right before it falls, shows God’s eagerness to conquer our souls.  Then the crash comes, and He takes over.  He washes over us, our grit and grime of the sand.

Then there’s the calm.  The calm of patience where His might subsides and the wave turns to nothing but a slow moving pool.  As the pool hesitates His patience takes part of us and forces us back into the expanse of ocean water with Him once again.  The draw towards Himself is subtle.
Until the crash of the wave comes once again conquering our souls all over again, bringing us back to Him again.