Dancing on the Waves
Life sure has a way of shifting the ground underneath your feet. There is so much change; expected and unexpected. There are moments of deep sadness and grief and we feel we will not survive it, then just as the tide turns, in the morning we find joy and laughter and healing. We lose jobs, we find them. There is death and there is life. There is weeping and there is dancing. We are creatures of habit; both good and bad. We resist change; especially when it means that something once secure is now being disturbed, tested, shaken. The calm waters begin to move and the current is strong; threatening to pull you out to sea where the ground disappears beneath you and there is a vast unknown expanse ahead of you. I've been away these last few days, alone, to pray, think, read - getaway with Jesus. Every morning and evening I would sit on the dock of the bay and watch the waters pass by. With it, life teeming within it's ebb and flow. Dolphins, manatees, sea snakes, birds,
