Rough edges


Sunday I spent a few hours sitting on the beach listening to the sound of the waves.  As I walked down to the water I watched as each wave washed away small shells and stones and then rolled away leaving new treasures in their place.  Last summer I left many things in those waves.  I retreated to the ocean and spent many quiet moments with the Lord, searching for hope, healing and direction.   So as I waded into the water this Sunday I was reminded that His mercies are new each day.  Not just for the mad paddling his surf board across the water, the little girl building a sand castle on the shore, the friends laughing and sharing in a game of tag on the sand but for me.  Just the way that I am me.  Without a string attached.  I was reminded as I reached down and picked up a smooth small stone that obviously had its home in the sea for quite some time, that those that start with rough and jagged edges are smoothed and polished over time.  It is the pounding of the sea and the mighty roll of the ocean, the ebbs and flows, the picture perfect glassy days and the gale force winds that create this tiny smooth stone.  It might not seem like much but it won a battle for David.  I walked back to my chair and as I sank my feet into the sand I closed my eyes.  Thankful for the place I am.  There is a lot left to do but with each wave He is fixing my rough and jagged edges and polishing me for the day I win the victory.  The day the sun stands still for me and I see His promise!


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