WAVES
Waves that seem unending…
Crashing…
Bending…
Churning…
Twisting…
Breaking….
Contorting…
Splintering…
A thousand little pieces…
Spread like sea glass on the shore.
Polished smooth and corners rounded.
Like driftwood from a far away shore.
Sanded clean.
Trials…
Like a never ending hurricane season…
Storms that seem to batter that same shoreline… again and again in rapid succession
You seem to have forgotten what the sun looks like. What it feels like to feel the sunshine on your face.
Unwanted phone call from your doctor….
See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction. Isaiah 48:10
