vast unknown.

I stood at the ocean's edge, looking out into the vast unknown. Timid at first, with small waves running up the shore line to barely cover my toes. But as I stood there, staring into the immeasurable sea, fear began to subside.

My feet moved forward, unwillingly at first. And then another step. And another. And another. And with every step, the smile on my face grew and my soul filled. A song came to mind and escaped from my lips:

"If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking."

And I long to be sinking into His ocean of grace. So eyes closed, hands open, head back - I soak it in. The sea. The wind. The saltiness. The crashing. All this that is grace. I let it take over me.

I could feel the waves lapping up to my knees and I took a few more steps because I simply could not get enough of this gift. More waves came, stronger than before, and I struggled to keep my balance. But then I realized:

Shouldn't this sea of grace knock me to my knees?

Because knees are a place of worship and praise and submission and trust and tears and joys. And I can't truly live this life without this knees to ground position.

And so I stood at the ocean's edge, looking out into the vast unknown. The vast unknown of the ocean of grace. But instead of feeling fear - I feel whole.

"Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me." 

-Psalm 42:7

Cabarete Beach, Dominican Republic