I walk across the threshold between street and sand and feet leave sunken tracks up the sandy drifts.
I reach the top of the dune and my breath hangs in the swirl of salt and sea.
I take in the vastness of this long stretch of beach as my feet obey the call of the crashing waves.
I feel small here —
the ebbing power of the green-blue ocean as it reaches beyond the horizon reminds me.
My bare foot finds the sharp edge of a shell and I search the sand for more.
The beach looks big from the top of the dune, but on my knees I see more clearly. Tiny grains of sand, pebbles, and shells surround me.
The beach is made from the small.
I lean closer and drag my finger across the small grains to the muffled drone of pounding surf.
The itty-bitty shell sits alone on the end of a finger — beautiful, delicate, appreciated.
But it's also a necessary part of the whole.
I may feel small here, but I'm kneeling on all that small can do.
I may be one, but my voice joined with others is a choir.
And suddenly, small becomes something very beautiful to me — no longer an excuse, but an amazing opportunity.
9 comments:
Beautiful...
Maybe that's one of the reasons why I feel at my best, my most raw, and the closest to God at the beach... Because of it's vastness and my smallness. You've given me much to think about!
I love that - I may be one, but my voice joined with others is a choir. I get so overwhelmed with feeling inadequate that I forget that the little God wants me to do isn't about the little I do, but rather the symphony He is directing. Beautiful.
An amazing opportunity! So much YES and AMEN, my friend! LOVE this! (I wrote about Ocean too!)
Small but joined with others not so small. Great perspective and the image of the ocean is fresh as I read your words. Visiting you from (in)couraging writers.
Mary
This is so pretty. I live by the beach too. I love how small it makes me feel. Happy FMF!
Beautifully put, Christy! What a sweet insight God gave to you. I love your voice, my friend!
I love the ocean and all of its mysteries--whether those left on the beach or hidden within the waters. But it definitely scares me at times! There's comfort in knowing that we don't have to be small alone :).
I really do love Lisa's prompts and the different places it takes writers. I find the posts are really speaking to me on being okay with being small. Beautiful post. I'm looking forward to some time at the ocean soon when I go to visit my son. :)
This nearly brought me to tears "I may feel small here, but I'm kneeling on all that small can do." Oh my word - what a great way to put it! WOW! I will never look at the beach the same!
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