Oceans For Emotions: The gift that keeps on giving

Dec. 6, 2010 at 6:06 a.m.
Updated Dec. 10, 2010 at 6:10 a.m.

By Elaine Wheat

And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters, called He, the Seas; and God saw that it was good.

- Genesis 1:10

When one sits meditating on the beach at Port Aransas looking as far as you can see out over the waters, God seems to give you truly spiritual gifts. God gave me the gift of insight to why He formed the Gulf waters the way He did. As I slowly unwrapped my gift from Him, I finally understood the topography of His plan of His Sea construction.

First, for his little children, He made the sand where they could play safely and still get the idea of the big waters that lay out there. When those kids got legs that knew how to walk, He made really shallow water where they could go, holding Mom's hand. Each year, they could go deeper and finally get to the first gentle waves and let go of Mom's hand. Boy, they thought that they were big, until they passed over that first sandbar, and it suddenly got deeper. Back to Mom's hand.

Mom swung them through that first gut, until they reached the next sandbar where the waves were really rough. That is where they played through their elementary school years. When they wanted to get out to the second sandbar, they called on Dad to help in the sixth-grade school year. In the seventh grade, nobody could help them, and they knew no fear, but in the eighth grade, I noticed that the girls needed a cute boy in the group, not a cousin or brother, to hold their hand again, the other hand was holding up their bikini top, as they squealed and pretended fear.

In the high school years, only the boys went through that gut to the third sandbar. They carried boy-type toys with them to surf or fish. The girls stayed back on their early beach and laid there shimmering in sweet smelling oils thinking bronze bodies are better, and they didn't want their eyeliner to run with the waves. They knew they would get back with the guys, later. No moms or dads allowed.

God turned his ocean deep and blue way out past the beach, and that is where ocean-loving people worked, first on shrimp boats, then oyster boats, tug boats, barges and finally the tankers that slowly churned up the channel, carrying the oil from the deep drilling rigs. Even those people who didn't work there, went there and, with their own children, started the ritual that they had performed all over again.

"And God saw that it was good."

Dear Lord, only a loving God would give us a gift so perfect that "one size fits all" and has a life time guarantee. You even made the sea and the sky meet out there on the horizon so that when we are someday going from this life to our next, it is only one easy step to take, and we will, again, hold our Father's hand.



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