Grateful observation

I love the Everlasting-ness of God that speaks loudly but so lovingly & tenderly to me at the beach. The surf is like a stuck-on-“play”, repeated, never-ending, rock solid, unrelenting reminder of His Love for my soul that He is always there. Always moving toward me, always ebbing & flowing, always approaching me, never shy but never too much, never coming with too much force. In my life He is the only thing that is constant & secure & dependable day to day, with so much that changes each day around me. The surf is amazing, no two waves the same, just like no two sunrises or sunsets ever the same, and yet remarkably, stunningly beautiful. Just like no two people the same. The surf brings in treasures with each roll & crash & glide upon the sand. Quietly it just deposits it there. Just as God daily brings me treasures; morsels of beauty, snippets of Truth, bits & pieces that reveal Him to me (so individual, so tailor-made). His surf, His sands, His beach hold such gems that remind me of His Everlasting-ness and highlight His Love.