I recently braced my two sleeping girls against me while riding the helm of a speeding boat through choppy water. The three of us were sandy, wet, exhausted, skin tender from a day in the sun. My arms ached as we bounced. I absorbed as much of each jolt as I could for them.
In every direction, I saw expansive, glittering water and felt as though I were shrinking in light of God’s bigness. He creates endless oceans with a mere sigh. My arms and heart were equally full and sore in the beauty of that moment.