Yesterday afternoon, clouds covered the sun and the winds blew over the water and brought chills even though it was above 80 degrees. We could no longer sit and receive the warmth of the sun, but in spite of the storm, I was still drawn to the water. I left behind logic telling me to take cover and took a brisk walk along the shoreline that was swallowed up in the rhythmic roar. You could yell into the wind, and no one heard. The parasailers are gone along with the sun bathers. I love standing alone and staring at a power a thousand times greater than my strength. Ocean waves demand fear or faith—nothing in between.
God gives you a VIP seat if you are fortunate enough to experience waves out of control. You are sitting with David and Jeremiah, and Jonah and Job and the disciples on the Sea of Galilee. God wants to speak. He wants to warn. He wants to teach. That’s why He made waves. I feel their strength over against my helplessness. I sense the Presence. Walking, listening, He is parting the clouds, but my eyes are fixed on the rising waves.
Jude says waves describe wild out of control sinners. Job says waves are proud, and Ezekiel says they are like wars against a nation turned away from God. The sinister and urgent warnings of the prophets stir inside me. David must have spent a lot of time observing the waves. He says they roar, and move like the wrath of God. They are overwhelming like death and destruction. Their noise shakes like thunder. David has walked in a place like this. Such dark metaphors! Zechariah warns of the waves of trouble. No one can stand against life’s billowing waves of tumult. Rhythmic and repeating. See God’s absolute providence, shaping the world with His own hand.
God is the attraction that pulls me to this chilly noisy hard path. For all of the darkness and trouble that waves have trained men to understand in every generation, they have also demonstrated a God who is faithful and just. Job said that God simply tramples the waves. He speaks a word to them—
Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed. Job 38:11
Though Jeremiah spent his life weeping for a nation so lost, he found comfort and assurance in the roaring waves beyond control.
Fear ye not me? saith the Lord: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it? Jeremiah 5:22
There is a boundary to these roaring waves that captivate my thoughts. God set it there, and it is perpetual—forever and unchanging from Jeremiah to Linda. Always there remains a boundary of safety that God puts in place for a thousand generations of those who love Him. The waves cannot prevail. I am a daughter of the king.
So as I wait for the storm to pass, I will heed the words of the prophet Isaiah—If you would only hearken to My commandments! Then your peace shall be like a river, and your righteousness like the waves of the sea! (Isaiah 48:18) My Lord and Master, may it be true in my life!