It has been a while since I have had a chance to post. My computer went down and I was computer-less for a time, then got sick, then my son, Ryan had a birthday. Life works that way, ebbing and flowing.
Perhaps it is why I love the sea so much. High tide and low, the deep and the shallow. The very mysterious, huge, wonderful part of it all. Dangerous and beautiful. A force to be reckoned with, a joy to behold.
This Sunday we chanced to hear a sermon about Jonah. The sermon theme was rambling, but I think the main point was "embracing change." I dont really find that theme in Jonah...matter of a fact, I dont really understand what he was talking about at all. Looked over during the sermon to find my super husband asleep. (asleep in Jesus, he would say)
The Jonah story has always fascinated me with its' main setting being the sea. Jonah runs from God and takes a little cruise. Then the storm. It must have been a storm like no other, as the sailors on board the ship are praying, and praying hard. They have to wake Jonah up! (perhaps he was listening to the same sermon as my hubby...) Jonah admits it is him causing everything and they throw him overboard.
I have been in a riptide before, panicking about being swept out to sea. It is a terrifying feeling. What seemed beautiful and peaceful the moment before, suddenly becomes the scariest place on earth. I imagine Jonah praying, going under the waves, and God saves him. Not through the method Jonah would have preferred, I am sure. The fish is not a punishment, not a method to help Jonah "embrace change"...the fish is salvation.
I like to think that when we are living our lives, it is much like a long sail, a long journey on the sea. Full of beauty, full of peril. Beautiful times with red skies at night. Hard times with red skies in the morning. Through all the storms, God is there. Even when we choose to run from Him and choose our own way. He is still there. He is there when the wind is whipping and when we are thrown overboard. When we need Him most, He saves us, but not always in the way we want. I heard a song recently, and it reminded me of the sad event with Crystal's brother....Sometimes He calms the storm,
Sometimes He calms the storm,
With a whispered peace be still.
He can settle any sea, But it doesn’t mean He will
Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child
Perhaps it is why I love the sea so much. High tide and low, the deep and the shallow. The very mysterious, huge, wonderful part of it all. Dangerous and beautiful. A force to be reckoned with, a joy to behold.
This Sunday we chanced to hear a sermon about Jonah. The sermon theme was rambling, but I think the main point was "embracing change." I dont really find that theme in Jonah...matter of a fact, I dont really understand what he was talking about at all. Looked over during the sermon to find my super husband asleep. (asleep in Jesus, he would say)
The Jonah story has always fascinated me with its' main setting being the sea. Jonah runs from God and takes a little cruise. Then the storm. It must have been a storm like no other, as the sailors on board the ship are praying, and praying hard. They have to wake Jonah up! (perhaps he was listening to the same sermon as my hubby...) Jonah admits it is him causing everything and they throw him overboard.
I have been in a riptide before, panicking about being swept out to sea. It is a terrifying feeling. What seemed beautiful and peaceful the moment before, suddenly becomes the scariest place on earth. I imagine Jonah praying, going under the waves, and God saves him. Not through the method Jonah would have preferred, I am sure. The fish is not a punishment, not a method to help Jonah "embrace change"...the fish is salvation.
I like to think that when we are living our lives, it is much like a long sail, a long journey on the sea. Full of beauty, full of peril. Beautiful times with red skies at night. Hard times with red skies in the morning. Through all the storms, God is there. Even when we choose to run from Him and choose our own way. He is still there. He is there when the wind is whipping and when we are thrown overboard. When we need Him most, He saves us, but not always in the way we want. I heard a song recently, and it reminded me of the sad event with Crystal's brother....Sometimes He calms the storm,
Sometimes He calms the storm,
With a whispered peace be still.
He can settle any sea, But it doesn’t mean He will
Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child
And sometimes He just sends a fish.
Seacrets
copyright 2007, LeighAnn Heil
I am the star that rises from the sea
I bring men dreams, that rule their destiny.
I bring the dreamtides to the souls of men,
The tides that ebb and flow, and ebb again.
These are my seacrets they belong to me
The mystery of sirens, the seacrets of the sea
These are my seacrets, they will always be
The mystery of sirens the seacrets of the sea
I am the loralei low-a-down
With coral and with pearls, upon my starry crown.
I am the crystal stream that rises in the waves.
The mystery that haunts, the silent rocks and caves.
I am the song that lingers in the nightime air
When the moon has risen, over waves so fair
i am the long haired maiden with harp out on the sea
I am the siren singing, this is my mystery.
These are my seacrets, they will always be,
The mystery of sirens, the seacrets of the sea.
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