There is a sacred place where the infinite horizon of God touches the sandy shores of our humanity. The shoreline is the point where it feels like the kingdom touches the dust of man. Living water baptizes the shoreline over and over again, all the while playing a melodic rhythm that rewires the brain bringing one to a place of ultimate surrender. Looking at the horizon, the water eventually meets the sky … with the kiss of a seagull stealing attention for a moment. Diamonds glisten on display adorning the top of turquoise green waters in what seems to be the riches of a thousand generations. Gazing back at the sand, I come to remember that the Lord loves us more than every grain of sand on this expansive beach. He covers our humanity and washes it over and over again with his loving delight. Sometimes, the waves crash mightily on the shore like a warrior claiming its territory.
Sometimes, the water settles on the land so gently it is as if a mother is rocking her precious child to sleep. We don’t get to demand the way that the water washes up; we only get to observe it with our eyes and watch the glorious display of nature unfold. We are the finite shoreline next to the infinity of the water. The sandcastles adorning the shoreline last for a short while and then collapse again back to its most simple form, back to a grain of sand that becomes molded again. Nothing will last forever on the beach except for the sand itself … perfected over and over again by the eternal water that purifies it so.