With legs stretched out before me, I watch as the waves crash onto the sand, ever closer as time goes by. The baby seagull waits, patiently, knowing that the rolling foam shall soon retreat to the ocean. As it does, she rushes to dig into the wet sand in search of her afternoon snack. The boundary of the ocean drew closer and closer, but baby seagull instinctively knows it: It can only go so far. There is hardly a place on Earth where I feel God’s presence more than at the beach. It may be Continue Reading
God’s Boundaries for Our Trials {Atlanta Journal Constitution Column}
I aimed my phone camera at my feet, and snapped the picture at the moment the first wave touched my toes. I stood there for a moment, shivering as another wave brought the icy waters all the way to my heels. I moved the camera and took another picture, this time, showing the perfect border that the foam of a new wave created on the wet sand. The boundaries of the ocean. I closed my eyes, saying a prayer of thanksgiving, as I remembered a verse in the book of Proverbs that talks about the Continue Reading
