It’s (almost) Friday! Which means I’ve spent the evening with my dear friends over at Five Minute Friday. It’s great fun. Lisa-Jo Baker gives us a prompt and then we write. No edits, no take backs. Come join us!
|Copyright Marcy Nell Hanson|
There is something about the ocean. About the way the waves crash and the logs roll and the sand slips out beneath your toes while the temperature bites and tingles. There is something about the way that the sun, so big, melts in the distance and slips like strands of caramel into the purple sea. There is something about the power that roars in your ear as you hold a shell up, and yet whispers in the wind as your hair whips about your face, stinging your cheeks like a thousand little fingers. There is something about the massiveness of the sea, that never ceases to amaze me. That does not falter in making me feel oh so small.
And I love this. There is something so freeing in knowing that I am just this one, single person on this big wide earth. I am only one-standing at the brink of this chasm of power and beauty. So easily swallowed and overcome by the monstrosity of the waves. I am small. But I am strong. Elle est forte. She is strong. I am strong. I am strong not because of my might, that is so tiny, so weak. I am strong because he makes me so. One of my favorite quotes from Shakespere is this: Though she be but little, she is fierce! I am fierce, because I have something to fight for. The God who made the strength of the waves and the pull of the tide-made me. The God who made the power of the surf, but the beat in my heart. He made me small, but with him in my life, I am strong.