The day dawned foggy but quickly became clear and bright. The ocean, dreaming in the August sun, turned a deep blue. We could see all the way to the horizon line, a navy border against a faraway backdrop of clouds. The blues faded from gray to purple. Enchanted, I had to stop and drink in the indigo potion for awhile.
We drove back from the beach yesterday afternoon. Up for an adventure, we followed 101 back to Aberdeen and then home. The ocean flashed by on the left, twinkling with thousands of sunlight-stars on its breast. As we drove over the bridge in Astoria, I happened to notice seagulls doing this. At first, they looked like white specks against the bright blue sea, bits of flotsam held in the ocean’s palm. Then I figured out what they were.
Several of the sea birds just bobbed in the water. They didn’t do anything. They basked in the sunshine and rode the swells. They didn’t fight to swim or to float. They didn’t need to do anything. They simply…were. They rested on the sea’s great strength, letting it support them. It looked an awful lot like trust and peace. They knew their place of safety and their place in the world.
It reminded me of how we are more than conquerors in Christ. We sometimes feel overwhelmed by life’s waves and storms. We flail and strive and stress. But if we can learn to use them to our advantage to advance our faith and trust, we might get somewhere new. We can harness the power of the tempest and gain stronger faith.
No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us. – Romans 8:37