And When The Oceans Rage...

Wednesday, October 10, 2012
This is a difficult post to write, because I will inevitably appear less than epic.

Largely because I am less than epic.

We were at Myrtle Beach the last three nights. We footed the bill personally but, because we were with a ministry group, we got a good deal.  A deal this cheap guy said OK to. Oceanfront view, you know.

It was going to be awesome.

Except the weather was cold and rainy and miserable and we had a claustrophobic 17 month old and this morning, after two mostly sleepless nights, at 4 AM I found myself wide awake and worrying.

About jobs and family and work deadlines and babies and kids and soon to be calls from doctors and writing deadlines and stuff.

Also, I was thinking about NLC people.

I know so many needs about so many families and feel such a burden and responsibility to pray for so many things...part of my job and calling and I am so honored to know these things.

I shivered and tossed and my legs cramped and I stared brutal holes in the ceiling.

Sleepless while much of the the world slept.

And outside, the ocean roared.

Listen, the sound of the ocean is my favorite sound. I love everything about water and about surf and about  waves.

Normally, anything to do with the ocean soothes me to sleep like a baby with his mama's go-to lullaby.

But last night and this morning it sounded ominous. I envisioned body surfing going wrong, choking, spitting, tossing, slamming, mouth full of salt water and skin abrabed by shell fragments.

Bizarre, because I love the ocean.

I had bad dreams about the ocean.

I never got it quite right, spirituallly. But I did hear the words of a song we sang at Next Level this past Sunday. And they made all the sense in the world:

And when the oceans rage
I don't have to be afraid
Because I know that you love me
Your love never fails


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