Perfection in Motion

I love the beach.


It's perfectly balanced...



Land and sea, two immensely different things, in absolute peace.

And yet, it's peace is actually...well, anything but.

I just, I love the juxtaposition of it all.



The uproar of the waves breaking,

The stillness of the sand sizzling...



The ebb, the flow,

The give, the take,

it's all the same...

You can't tell the difference from either.



Because as you stand in the middle of it all,



There is no solid ground, there is no middle ground...and yet, there IS ground.



The beach is where the ocean becomes indiscernible from the land...



I think... I think that's how life with God is supposed to be.



We were designed to be indiscernible... Not equal per say, but,

in step...



We were meant to walk in stride together,

But it's almost like sin 'shipwrecked' us.



And we spend our lives struggling to get back to shore...

Back to that perfect balance.



And sometimes,

actually,

quite often,





We walk right past Him,

We end up in the middle of the desert,

crying out "Where are You! You lied!"

When he says "No, you walked right past me. Come back, step in, swim out to Me."



And we're afraid, we just came out of the ocean. We JUST escaped the rip tide.

But we step in anyway.

Are we crazy?

Or are we just really that trusting?



Well, I don't know.

But what I do know is,



I am going to dedicate my life to finding that perfect balance.

Where the sand meets the water,

Where I meet God.