endless and temporary.

In an attempt to make the most of my time, and in order to free myself from what i realize is (or was) probably an addiction to being socially aware, i am no longer a part of the facebook world. For now, this is only a summer hiatus, but i wouldn't be surprised if i become more permanently detached from Mark Zuckerberg's brain child. So, if you read this blog and are a part of the facebook community, it would be pretty neat if you could still spread the news of my latest blogs. i fully intend on writing more in my absence from that realm.

i was at the Outer Banks last week, and had the following to write in my journal:

When the waves crash, why do they never crash the same? Why is it that each grain of dampened but drying sand, giving water back to the recession, is never flooded again just as before? And as water runs quickly up the beach, its white foam diligently seeking my bare feet, why do some waves overtake me while others die just shy?

These are not mundane questions, for their answers are wrapped up in the beauty of God. And yet i see my mind is dissatisfied without at least mulling over the "reasons" and the "science." But that is why only a penultimate, fleeting thought; simply a fluttering doubt before it is overtaken by a rising wind of God's ultimate power. His final putting to rest of mysteries and not-so-mundane questions.

For you and i, each passing moment is as the occasionally lazy, sometimes frightening, and always individual waves that meet their death on the shore. We may walk along these sands of daily living--eying the chasing foam, wandering here or there, with no aim for the future, and without regard to the footsteps in our wake--finding that we arrive to a destination. It surprises us in its finality and terrorizes us with its uselessness, but what else could we expect? We have only looked at our feet.