Oceans For Emotions: Revisiting rock of 27 years ago
By Elaine Wheat Editor's note: Today, is the 27th anniversary of "Oceans for Emotions," by Elaine Wheat. As I do every year at this time, I would like to reprint that first article and also the dedication I used in my first volume of "Oceans for Emotions."
To my father who taught me to love fishing, and to my mother who taught me to love.
"For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone."
- Psalm 91:11-12
Rock, I know you're out there, for I have the scarred shins to prove it. Your presence causes me to drag my feet cautiously across the ocean floor in fear of finding you, Rock.
Rock, I know exactly where you are this dawn tide - exactly where I am going. Between the beach and where I wade to fish, you hide within your wavy, secret den.
When my heart begins to race with the first cast, when I am feeling safe that nothing is in my way, but sea and dawn and fish at last, that is when I dash my foot against you, Rock.
And then I hear you gurgle-laugh, "I gottcha."
Dear Lord, forgive me when I get self-confident and race ahead to things I want. I need to learn to abide in your secret place because the rocks of life are out there. But, God, when I sometimes forget, could you spare just one angel for an anxious fool like me?