The House of the Lord on the Ocean

Dad & JJ surfing in Pacific City, 2011

The day he taught her to surf was a beautiful day with slate-gray waves pushing up arcs just her size and sun and wind offering competing comforts. She, so brave, he, so proud. And me, just so content to watch the unfolding of a love transferred.

We talk often about the future and where we’ll live and how we’ll live, as if we really have the freedom to make our lives what we want. And always, the ocean comes up. He wonders if it’s just childhood nostalgia, a deep longing for the simple, but a deep so elusive one wonders, was it real?

The mighty waves call “come ride with me,” and awaken something unutterable and eternal. The two push out there, and then she comes gliding in with a smile and flicker that tells me she’s been captivated, too, as deep calls unto deep.

The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters. ~ Psalm 29:3

The house of the Lord is all around, they entered it there, so real in the surf, and it’s here too in my desert, and may I dwell in his house all the days of my life, may I notice the beauty of the Lord as I seek Him in his temple.

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4 Responses to The House of the Lord on the Ocean

  1. Reagan says:

    Jen, your blog always, always speaks to my heart!

  2. Jen says:

    Reagan, that is so good to hear. Thank you for telling me. It’s a mutual thing, you know.

  3. Oh Jennifer, you write absolutely beautifully!

  4. Jen says:

    Hi Anita, you are inspiring!

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