I’m not a beach person.
I’m pale, so the sun and I are not friends. I don’t love sand. I hate crowds. And allowing the world to see me in my swimsuit doesn’t rank high on my list either. I go to the beach slathered in 70 spf lotion and covered up!
But I love the ocean.
I love the enormity and the constancy of the sea. It reminds me of the love of God. Many days I don’t think much about the ocean and its glory. But whether I think of it or not, the ocean is there. Much like days escape me in which I haven’t pondered the love of God or felt near to him. Sometimes we are far from the ocean and sometimes we are surrounded by it’s depth and vastness, but the ocean is always there. It rolls ever on reaching for us, wanting to surround us.
God’s love is a vast, unending ocean.
It makes me think of “The Love of God” by Frederick Lehman
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Reading words like those makes me love the ocean… and even the beach!