It was Doug’s 50th birthday. I jokingly told him I had it planned from the beginning, but I didn’t though God knew where he would be spending his birthday. We brought home a few shells…a gift from the sea and another reminder of God’s goodness to us.
As I put my head to the pillow, I heard them in the distance. The soothing swoosh of waves lapping over the sand.
We awoke to rain, but by afternoon we were able to make our way to the waves that beckoned. For Doug and I this would be only our second time to put our feet in an ocean. The first was the Atlantic from a beach in Florida. This time it was the Indian Ocean from a secluded spot outside of Xai-Xai, Mozambique.
In Maputo, we were unable to secure the pumps and hoses needed for the orphan ministry. This brought part of the mission team to Xai-Xai where we stayed at a Youth for Christ compound for two nights before returning to Maputo to purchase the equipment.
As we approached, I thought of Revelation 1:15-
“…his (Christ) voice was like the roar of many waters.”
How much more than these ocean waves will His voice sound like?
We played in the water as crabs danced on the sand with each release of the waves. Feeling like fresh soapy dishwater, the foam seeped between our toes and into the sand. The taste of salt was on our lips.
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;
let the sea roar and all it contains.