time stands still

The sand sinks in with each step I take towards the seashore, leaving divots, evidence of my journey. One by one, I add to the hundreds of other footprints of joy speckled along the beach. As I meander towards the water's edge, I stand upon the firm flat surface of sand - artistry of the mighty waves - a job never ceasing. Having come hundreds of miles just to touch the shore, the waves are proud of their hard work. With the vastness of the sea before me, I am reminded how many waters cannot quench His love. The waves laugh as they surround my toes, feet, and ankles in their dance of ages long past. I rejoice along with the sea as I am being made clean. I am washed anew and free before my King in all His beauty.