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Waves


I love going to the beach. I had forgotten how much I love the hot sand, the salty breeze, and the beautiful blue Pacific. Each time that I have been there this summer has reminded me again how much I enjoy it. I can never get enough of watching the pelicans fly overhead in their perfect "check mark" formation or of looking out to see dolphins jump and frolic in the waves. Yet, the best part is getting in the
waves . . .

The ocean's warmth first bites you with surprise. Just when you think you're hot enough to finally take the plunge, the cool water splashing against your feet reminds you still that it will take at least a moment to get use to it. It's often easier to take the plunge and jump right in. After that initial shock of cold, you don't seem to mind it any time after. It was that kind of day that I enjoyed so much with my sister-in-law. The waves were just my type, easy and predictable to read, really very gentle and inviting. We had so much fun running in, jumping in, floating in, swimming in each wave that came. Laughter played along with us, especially if one of us ended up by doing a somersault toss in the foamy surf. Yes, we collected sand in parts we never thought of, but oh, what fun!

I'm so glad God made ocean waves for us. They remind me of his love and grace that always is flowing toward us. All we have to do is just jump in and receive what he has given. Life is meant for joy and laughter, even in the ebb and flow of time. Joy and peace in Him will keep us riding waves . . . like champions!

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