Thursday, January 21, 2010

My Creator

We were privileged to live on the coast in Washington for nearly nine years exactly. And by on the coast I mean that if you drove too far down the only road in our town, you'd fall off into the ocean. We could hear the water's rumble out our window at any time. It was a 5 minute drive (or less) to sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in. We lived on.the.coast.
Not long after we moved there, we went down to one of the large rock jetty's that poke out into the water. It was a fun place to climb around and see awesome sea life when the tide was low. It's also one of the best places to gather shells....
On this particular trip, I climbed and hiked to the end of the rocks, a place that is a considerable distance out into the water. The wind is always blowing, and blocks out noises from the beach.
I looked up the beach to my right and I looked down the beach to my left. I looked out in front of me. In all three directions was only water, this great expanse of beautiful, amazing ocean.
A powerful thougth struck me: the same God who had created all of this water ~ so much it was more than my eye could take in ~ had created: ME.
I was overwhelmed with warmth and love and reminded that He knew who I was, and where I was.
He knows each one of us. He knows why we're here, and what our purpose is. He loves us and wants us to be happy. He sent His son so that we could not be permanently separated from Him.
Our Heavenly Father is the creator of all things, big and small. His omnipotent, never-ending awareness for all things includes you and me, even when we might stand small, surrounded by the hugenes of His ocean or up to our elbows in the daily tasks of life.


Nykreim said...

Being at the Ocean always brings that same awareness for me too. I love the Ocean.

sariqd said...

I think it was inspiration that I found your blog... and also your post on Mormon Mommy Blogs.

Thanks. You've no idea how much I appreciate it because I'm in a world of hurt these days and the thoughts you expressed (in both places) has allowed the healing of certain wounds to begin.