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“Your love is like an ocean,” as Rick Pino sings, and I’m love-drunk on the waves. I stand waist-deep, watching wave crests break the line of sky and water. Behold the rushing glory of God sweeping me into His embrace.
I must go deeper, where saltwater swells higher. Taste the breath of God in the wind. Drink in the dripping nearness of God.
I’m here. Held. Whole. Wildly, outrageously, unconditionally loved.
I need nothing more. Only Him. So I inch out a little farther. Close my eyes and let His love lift me. Drench me. Fill me.
There’s an endless expanse of God’s love. For you. For me. For the whole lot of us pressed into the space of the now and the not-yet. Where there’s questions reminiscent of heaven and end stops that plant us in the right-here-and-now.
I hold onto the scent of ocean, waves, God’s with-ness. It’s the week after the world changed with the death and living-again of One both God and man. A collision of normal and also not. I’m guilty of being one quick to forget that Easter’s not a day come and gone but a day that changes everything. Forever.
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“Your love is like an ocean,” as Rick Pino sings, and I’m love-drunk on the waves. I stand waist-deep, watching wave crests break the line of sky and water. Behold the rushing glory of God sweeping me into His embrace.
I must go deeper, where saltwater swells higher. Taste the breath of God in the wind. Drink in the dripping nearness of God.
I’m here. Held. Whole. Wildly, outrageously, unconditionally loved.
I need nothing more. Only Him. So I inch out a little farther. Close my eyes and let His love lift me. Drench me. Fill me.
There’s an endless expanse of God’s love. For you. For me. For the whole lot of us pressed into the space of the now and the not-yet. Where there’s questions reminiscent of heaven and end stops that plant us in the right-here-and-now.
I hold onto the scent of ocean, waves, God’s with-ness. It’s the week after the world changed with the death and living-again of One both God and man. A collision of normal and also not. I’m guilty of being one quick to forget that Easter’s not a day come and gone but a day that changes everything. Forever.
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