The sky gray, the expanse harsh, and the sea devouring.
A ruthless kind of beauty.
These pictures now bring to mind the Psalmists sorrowful cry:
"Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me."- Psalm 42:7
Isn't that how life is sometimes? Ruthless wave upon wave sweeping over us.
But - as we stand upon the Rock - we are not overcome.
"Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God." - Psalm 42:11
and with this hope we confidently stand.
