Thursday, June 2nd, 2011 11:56:40

Oceans, Hope and D-Day

Like many Americans, we packed up after the last day of school and headed out of town for a Memorial Day vacation. We spent the weekend at the beach, where our schedule was dictated not by the clock but by the sun, tides and weather. Reading, romping in the surf, playing tennis and walking the dog on the beach were our major activities this past weekend. Without outside appointments or commitments, it was easy to lose track of time, day and date.

The sound of the surf was rhythmic, constant and almost hypnotic as I walked down the beach. It was a reminder to me of how insignificant I am, and how powerful God is.

Instead of filling me with trepidation, this knowledge filled me with comfort and peace. I’m less important than I might have thought in the “grand scheme of things,” but more thankful. The knowledge that the ocean continues to roll in, day after day, month after month, year after year, puts our temporary problems into perspective and allows for a longer perspective to take hold.