Dancing in Ocean Waves

 

 

 

As I walked the beach this morning I saw children dancing with the waves. I thought about my daughter Matea who I lost at birth, and the waves she never danced in. I thought about the parties she never had, the first tooth she never lost, the first dance she never danced. I thought about Gabrielle, and Kaitlyn, daughters of my high school friends who lived longer than Matea, but not long enough. Sometimes you can be on a beautiful beach by the ocean and not feel like celebrating.

 

Then I thought about Heaven. I thought about the dances they are dancing now, the celebrations they are having, the everything they are enjoying and the nothing they are missing out on. As I thought about Heaven and looked at the ocean my heart too, began to dance with the waves.

 

This life is not forever and I suppose we will always wish for one last dance. It is only by God’s grace that we can accept the things we cannot change and trust Him for the reality of Heaven which we would not change. Some days we feel like dancing some days we do not. Heaven is real every day, it’s celebration never stops. Sometimes the tide comes in, sometimes it goes out. We walk in His grace and we will not sink, but rise to dance with the waves.

 

 “Out of my distress I called on the LORD; the LORD answered me, and set me free.”

                                                                                             Psalm 118:5 (ESV)