March 24, 2006

• Waves
  
  This location is the Gold Coast, one hour south of Brisbane, the city I lived in. 
  
  This is one of my all-time favorite pictures.  I took this in 2001, while studying abroad in Australia.  The two “kids” were some friends I met in my travels.  I was like a big brother to them. I guess I’m a big brother to many people.

  
  

   

  
  

  
  Waves have meant a lot to me, especially in the past few years.  They represent something to me – something about God’s plan for me and my place in the world.  It’s too sacred to speak of here… only in person can I speak of it, and even then, only in whispers by a crackling fire.
  
  But I want to post something that I saw on a friend’s site.  It is actually an excerpt from a letter that my friend received from a friend.  I found it to be particularly encouraging, in light of my wave connection.
  
  
  

  
  

  “I was standing in front of the waves a lot, waiting for them to come and see if they can reach the spot where I stand. There I noticed one thing – the waves that made it to my feet often times are not the ones I see coming. The big roaring waves that I saw coming from afar actually faded before it came even close to my feet. But the small waves quietly but enduringly went all the way to me. Maybe related, maybe a bit stretched, but I’m reminded that for my slot in life and what I’ve been through (and will go through), God can work through this ordinary guy, this ordinary life and make a difference in others, where the “big waves” cannot get to.”
  

  
  
  Amen.  It is a blessed reminder that God doesn’t just work through the big guys, with the big names, but He desires and loves to work through the little people, the absolutely ordinary people, simple people just like me.  I am grateful for the time I have been given.  Amen.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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