“The call of God is like the call of the sea,
no one hears it but the one who has the nature of the sea in him.”
On the sand, alone but for an occasional beach walker, I could feel Jesus sitting next to me. Praying a stilted prayer through my tears, I told Him I trusted Him.
I knew His Word could be believed. At a time in my life when there wasn’t much I knew for sure, this I clung to.
God was making good on His promises to me, in His time. I understood it was taking a while to gather the pieces and place them just so, and that when He did, He would move mighty and in a way I could see. Of that I had no doubt.
His promises were big and my requests were too. My faith, a match for both.
I laid it out there for Him. My heart knew that if I could pull back the curtain into the unseen, I’d be amazed at all He was doing. His dreams for me were being built, but as Hebrews 12:11-13 describes, my arms were getting feeble and my knees, weak.
I asked Him for His promise of restoration, His promise of Joel 2:25, to begin that very day. I didn’t think I had even one more day in me.
It was only hours later I felt my life collapse.
And that’s when I knew for a fact He’d heard. I could almost see with my eyes His actual Hand in it. This was no coincidence.
I knew, positively knew, my prayers made it to the throne room.
“May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.”
Psalm 141:2 NIV
I’d never felt such conflicting emotions.
Awe that the God of the universe had been there. I didn’t imagine His presence. I knew for certain He lives and walks with us. Sits on the beach with us.
What do you do with that? How can anything ever look the same?
And yet, His blessings were coming through gifts that didn’t seem too celebratory.
I was faced with this question, how do you celebrate the joy of His gift when it is washed in grief? (<==== Click to tweet)
I answered the only way I knew.
He showed me how it was possible to praise Him through it all. I praised Him from the floor of my closet, in tears, but also in song that came from a depth I didn’t know was in me.
It is when we praise God, we realize the nature of the sea is in us. The thunder of the waves are heard and we know it is Him who stirs the water and calms it again.
It was through prayer and praise that I was able to hear it. It was through faith I was able to see it.
I recall that day, and realize, indeed, I had the nature of the sea in me all along.
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Shared by: Christine Wright