Psalms 93, 96
James 1:2-8, 16-18
Luke 12:13-21
Psalm 93
Waves
Waves
Ocean waves mesmerize me. I can sit for hours just watching them roll over the shore or just creating a ripple for out near the horizon. The best place to watch them is from a ledge near the foot of the cliff. Shuffle along the ledge as far as you can go and stand and watch. No conversation is possible, the noise from the ocean is too great. The breakers roar in, crash, and draw back the loose pebbles. The rhythm of roar crash roll alone is powerful, leaving no space for thought except to bow to its greatness.
Two feet of white foam pound the rocks at my feet. The bay was form by this continual battering. Rocks ground down to sandy flour by the mighty waves. A pint (US) of water weighs a pound. How many pints of water are there in one ocean crest? Many millstones to do the work of grinding the rocks.
The continual swirls of foam dancing on the ever changing surface. Bubbles glinting with rainbows and then gone to be replaced by another surge of deafening whiteness.
This Lord is just one aspect of your greatness and power. Fill me with your Holy Spirit, your power to work your will wherever I go.
Two feet of white foam pound the rocks at my feet. The bay was form by this continual battering. Rocks ground down to sandy flour by the mighty waves. A pint (US) of water weighs a pound. How many pints of water are there in one ocean crest? Many millstones to do the work of grinding the rocks.
The continual swirls of foam dancing on the ever changing surface. Bubbles glinting with rainbows and then gone to be replaced by another surge of deafening whiteness.
This Lord is just one aspect of your greatness and power. Fill me with your Holy Spirit, your power to work your will wherever I go.
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