I'm at the beach with friends, and we're heading back to the ocean in just a few minutes.
The ancient Israelites were scared of the sea. For them, it represented chaos. Void. It was untamed.
But the ocean speaks to me of God. The vastness of it, the unchangingness of it...but the constant change. The dynamic, shifting, evolving reality.
Yesterday a run of fish jumped and jumped in front of our eyes, saying "Life, life, life."
Perhaps it's a tad bit literal, but the ocean is a deep well, waiting for us to immerse ourselves.