Oceans for Emotions: Sea a cosmic representation of God
July 1, 2010 at 2:01 a.m.
Updated July 2, 2010 at 2:02 a.m.
By Elaine Wheat
"And it came to pass in those days ."
Today, I had a wonderful visit with my oldest granddaughter, Dyanne. She just came in from Seoul, South Korea, stopped in Texas for a few days, then headed to Alaska on a cruise with her Grandma Marilyn. Now, she's returned to Texas and come to stay with me.
A wonderful thing happened to us. Hurricane Alex also came to visit me, and I got to keep Dyanne for several days longer.
Shortly, she will go to Nigeria, Africa, for a mission trip and will live in the bush before returning to Korea.
We spent our precious time together talking about life - where she was in her life now, where she planned to be, and finally, we started reminiscing about where we had been together. Of course, our ocean was a large part of our memories.
It's strange that some of the little things that we do leave lasting footprints on the sands of our minds. Here are some of the things that Dyanne recalled:
Dyanne reminded me that I said, "As a Granny, it is my duty to teach you the rules of the waves, to drag your feet when walking; always wear 'rock-runners' because of the dangerous things in the water; put on sunscreen; don't yell "help" unless you need it; and to get out when Granny yells "get out."
Someday, Dyanne may have children and pass The Granny Rules down to them. This way, I can live forever.
Dyanne admitted that crabbing was one of her most favorite activities, and that was pretty hard for a fishing Granny to take. But loving the kid more than I love fishing, we got all the crabbing gear together and crabbed to our hearts' delight.
I remember that I could only stand that pleasure for so long, so we put away the crabbing gear, and I went down to the beach front. I dug a two foot hole with my army shovel. I gave her a bucket and told her that I was going to fish until she emptied the water out of the hole right there beside the beach front and when she got all the water out to call me. The poor baby didn't know that with each bucket full she got out, the sea would refill the hole.
I got in 30 good minutes of fishing before my Granny heart took pity on the tiring child. She did learn an important life lesson that I hope will always stay with her: That all of the problems of life can't fill up a hole in your soul if you are close enough to God.
Dyanne is now a second-year teacher in the International Schools in Seoul. As she enters into the adulthood of her life, I hope she will always remember that the sea is a cosmic representation of God, His laws, His provisions, and His presence and understanding.
Dear Lord, I pray that the children who touch our lives as much as we touch theirs' will always be assured that Your love is as constant as the sea, filling and refilling all our needs. Help us to live in such a way that we are constantly reminded that the little things in life that we do make us who we are.