Wyndham and I were on a prayer walk this morning. Feeling a lot with the near-at-hand loss of his dad, we felt the urgent need to pray. Since we are near an ocean, we went there. As we were praying, the waves were particularly high and loud. As I watched the waves crest, I focused on the curl inside of the wave and many memories flooded my mind.
I hold a treasured memory, as a young girl, of riding the waves with my dad. Having grown up on an island, Dad spent a lot of time in the water. He taught me to ride the waves, which I loved doing. I still enjoy it. I remember the lessons he taught as he showed me how to find the “sweet spot” in the curl of the wave. He reminded me to keep my hands outstretched as I got caught up in the curl — and to allow the power of the wave to take me to shore. If I got in at just the right place, one wave could take me all the way to the shore. He had this down to a “fine art”. I was amazed at how far the waves would take him… as the sand would scrape his stomach.
As I stood there watching the waves, and remembering my dad, I was struck by two things. One was the bigness of God compared to my insignificance… and yet somehow God thinks I am significant. As I stood there feeling so small, I remembered Psalm 8:3-5
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
 what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.
Just then, several small birds flew overhead, reminding me of the significance God places on me. It seems unfathomable. Matthew 10:29-31
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.  And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Feeling the sorrow of losing my father-in-law brought me back to the times with my dad. In my mind’s eye, again I could picture the exuberant rush in catching the power of the wave and being carried in by its power. I could almost feel the water rushing over my head and beside me, forcing me toward the shore — all the while tucked into the power of the curl. That, to me, is what it feels like to be tucked inside of the shadow of God’s arms.
Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the skies.
 Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,
your justice like the great deep.
O Lord, you preserve both man and beast.
 How priceless is your unfailing love!
Both high and low among men
find refuge in the shadow of your wings.
The following Psalm describes well, to me, the power of God as can be felt in the curl of the wave. I want to know him, continue to feel the protection of his arms — and to know and reflect his mighty power!
The seas have lifted up, O Lord,
the seas have lifted up their voice;
the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
 Mightier than the thunder of the great waters,
mightier than the breakers of the sea–
the Lord on high is mighty.
 Your statutes stand firm;
holiness adorns your house
for endless days, O Lord.