Standing on the Edge.
People around the world tend to flock to the shore line. Whether it’s the blue hues of the Gulf of Mexico or the Puget Sound, it is no different. There is something about sitting at the edge of a body of water that brings some calm to our lives. It is evidenced in music, poetry, and prose across time. There is a sense of liberation at its expanse, motivation at its rhythm, perspective at its quality, and restoration at its provision. But water is not always a source of rejuvenation. In volume, it can be intimidating and harmful. Are you sitting at the edge wondering how you will cross the expanse? How will you navigate the depths?
Let me go with you.
“You rule the raging of the sea; when its waves rise, you still them.”