Living Loved

Mercifully, God has given me an image to illustrate his loving presence to me. I spend much of my summer at a large lake in northern MN where there is a rocky point I enjoy sitting at.

I am able to picture myself as the shoreline of bedrock, full of cracks, caverns and crevices – mostly below the seeable surface and largely unknown to me.  His loving presence is the water that comes to meet the shore all day every day… sometimes with crashing waves that destroy + seek to refine; other times with a gentle + smooth lapping that reassures.  His water gets under me, into me in places I don’t even know exist, deep and dark places I am too scared to plumb into or open up to him.  He is there already anyway. 

The rocks don’t move – they just accept the waves as they come, when then come + how they come. And once in awhile, I see something green growing from the cracks – a hearty little something that is resilient and resplendent – a result of his love interacting with something inside me. A beauty for its time.