it comes in waves
This season of life, when I'm fighting the swells, I recall a walk I took in my childhood along a jetty that juts out into Lake Michigan. I don't remember the exact circumstances, it was so long ago. The waves were high, and a gentleman warned about the "Three Sisters" phenomenon. I must have been too close to the edge--there was no railing--and he didn't want me to be pulled in. Waves slapped the concrete pier in threes, each crest a little higher and a little stronger than the one before. Occasionally one would wash completely over the path. On a grander scale they would have overwhelmed a ship. There are also the words below, ones I read first in December of 2010. O! for a convenient, well-equipped harbor! But think how resilient that swim to shore made those who did it. Aiming for resilience. I still haven't finished The Arena . Some day. God desires and seeks the salvation of all. And He is always saving all who wish to be saved from drowning
