When Waves Wash It All Away…
Lucinda Secrest McDowell
Far out to sea the waves began to roll and crash, eventually making it to the sandy beach where I lingered alone. Truly, the ocean is never still. As the wind blows across the waters, energy surges and causes these waves.
I dug my barefoot heel into the wet sand and moved around until the words were written large on the shore. WORRY. WORDS. ME.
These were my concerns of the day. WORRY: I was churning inside over several strategic unresolved issues and relationships, refusing to trust that God could help me. WORDS: There were far too many of them I wished I had never said — hurled like grenades in an argumentative or defensive manner. ME: Ah, now that was my core problem — an unending focus on myself; my needs, my wants, my life. Too self concerned to help others.
And as I opened my eyes, a wave gently poured over all my words and they disappeared. The beach became smooth. As though mercy and grace had simply washed it all away.
A clean slate. A place to rewrite my life and move forward. Thankful for this sign from nature, I asked God to give me new words. Words of release and renewal. Words of hope and purpose.
Brushing off the sand, I stood up and walked down the beach into a new day.
under the mercy, Cindy