Last evening at sunset, we left our footprints in the sand. Those waves that climbed high and crashed when we were last out on Rockaway now only softly lapped against the shore as the tide went out. Surfers carried their boards over their heads onto the boardwalk and strapped them to bikes.
God painted the eastern sky in baby pink and blue, the deep blue beneath soft pink. I marveled at the sea scene as we walked a mile on the beach. Had there ever been such beauty as this evening by the sea?
On the way to the boardwalk, we walked past a home where the owners marked the level of Hurricane Sandy’s waters in 2012. That hurricane ravished this area of the coast. It tore at the boardwalk, leaving naked sentinels of posts. The angry waters swamped through homes built on shifting sands.
God who made the seas roar calmed them.
Psalm 107:26-30 expresses it best: 26 They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; in their peril their courage melted away.
27 They reeled and staggered like drunkards;
they were at their wits’ end.
28 Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress.
29 He stilled the storm to a whisper;
the waves of the sea were hushed.
30 They were glad when it grew calm,
and he guided them to their desired haven.
Have a blessed Sunday, and may your storms be stilled to a whisper.
Berniece
An Ordinary Life 