Eyes

With Him, it’s not like you’re in the crash of the surf- beating the rocks one beat upon the next.  With Him, it’s standing upon the rock – your - my - firm foundation- and seeing His creation, while you’re listening to His music... It’s your choice – you can get in the water or stand on The Rock – but if you’re in the water, all you’ll hear is the roar of the deep, seemingly endless sea, & all you’ll feel is pounded by its consuming crash of waves – the pounding rush of its inertia.

You can look out at the whole ocean in its creative wonder - or the splaying crash upon the rock, its insult mists as it departs, the expanse of the sky, the splintered shells, the illustrated horizon, the lift in a soaring bird, the twinkled glisten of the water's blue-green dance, the Sun in its Crowned Splendor, the warm ray upon you – You can hear the music of the world, the music of His song in you or the deafening drum of one thing.

We all have a choice.

We can see pain, brokenness or suffering as significant.
We can see God’s bigger & better plan in it's sure promise.

I’d rather look up & then out, bigger & better.

It’s the reflecting image of HIM.