The Turning Of The Tide
I stood there astounded.
Expectancy was in the air with a smell of salt in a sea of wonder,
I heard.....
It’s time!
It’s time!
The time is now…
It’s DUE SEASON.
My husband and I were desperately seeking some much needed downtime. We had grown tired and weary in the waiting. We weren't just tired, we were hopesick. The kind of tired and weary that sleep doesn't fix, our souls had been weary from hope deferred. Our lives have been in a whirlwind of change, yet felt like nothing was moving.
We decided to spontaneously take our son and drive out to Edisto Beach to have dinner and watch the tide roll in. The sunsets in this part of the LowCountry are beautiful and surprisingly peaceful this time of year. Each one, reminding us this season is ending; it's the dawning of a new day.
He packed the Jeep, took the top off and loaded it down with our beach bag, chairs, and our cooler.
We all laughed at how much we had packed when he had to make room and adjust their fishing gear. When life is heavy we seem to have a lot of baggage packed that we want to carry around. We had been frequenting the beach in the evenings to rest and unwind. He decided he would keep his fishing poles in the jeep, just in case we decided to go stick our toes in the sand.
He always wants to be prepared to fish from the shoreline if the waves allow, depending on the turning of the tide.
I was tired from the day and had already cozied in the passenger seat. I was taking in the breathtaking scenery along the drive. I was shifting in my seat alternating from peeking at the sky through the missing hard top and staring out my window at the view. The live oak trees were lining both sides of the road as they intertwined and joined together like an arch of sabers for the bride and groom to pass through. The branches were swaying in the breeze and hanging over the road with Spanish moss adorning their limbs as if waving us on through.
The sun was peeking through the trees ever so often under the warmest breeze. The smell of salt was in the air and my mind was drifting in time. The entire drive out felt different, it almost felt majestic. There was expectancy in the air. The tide was turning.
The landscape turned from a tree lined path into a pinkish-orange sun kissed marshy wetland and then turned into where the road met the sand.
I was so relaxed I had forgotten that I was hungry until I felt a rumbling in my stomach that reminded me we were there to eat our dinner.
Daniel had already checked the schedule of the tide and discerned by assessing the wind with the waves that it would be a perfect evening for them to fish.
The three of us sat in our chairs staring at the wondrous waves and talked about our day as we ate our dinner. Once we were finished the guys took their rods to fish down the shore line a bit. They staked their claim to their territory with their pole holders into the packed sand and prepared their chairs by the turning of the tide.
I sat alone on my piece of the shoreline and marveled at the beauty before me. They were anticipating to catch a fish. I was anticipating to catch a revelation from gazing into the waves, they always have something to say and I was sitting in my favorite place to listen.
It didn't take long before I was entranced by the roaring of the waves as they created a low pitched thunderous sound like a voice of many waters drowning out the noise. In HIS presence the noise is consumed.
There is just something about sitting in front of the fleeting ocean that brings an oasis of peace, to just be still. The waves were billowing gracefully one upon another as they were disbursing the light through the hues from blue to green in stands across the water. The current was churning a kaleidoscope of life onto the shore as the waves broke to return back to their place.
I was sitting in my chair in front of the endlessly beautiful ocean watching the waves dance into the shore and find their way back out; it was mesmerizing to watch the movement as they were choreographing a rhythmic rising and falling.
Wave upon wave they kept rolling in creatinga symphony dancing upon the water.
The turning of the tide.
As I sat there astounded in expectancy.....
I heard, it's time.
The time is now.
It’s due season.
I was repeating it over and over as it echoed through my heart.
I cautiously felt a quickening in my spirit.
Was this me wondering grievously over the waiting process?
Was this me hesitantly accepting that this was God whispering to me, it’s time.....this suffering is over?
Either way, I felt a quickening; A joyous moment where I could almost tangibly feel the miraculous baby this journey has been growing.
The fruit of my labor of long suffering.
I could hardly wait to meet this bundle of joy.
The joy that comes in the morning.
The joy!
The peace that will one day surpass my own understanding will leave this pain but a mere thought.
It was for that season.
Wave upon wave.....
Turning of the tide .
There is just something about a knowing that you feel down deep in your bones.
There are no words that can adequately describe expectancy; a state of hope that my words cannot articulate.
There is nothing like excitement in the atmosphere.
The thrill of anticipation and the waves of emotion-
The hope. The promise. The joy. The pain.
All in one …
To know there is a birthing coming - the purpose for the pain.
The building up of the climatic moment as the waves broke and crashed into the drenched shoreline.
The expectancy of watching the waves come in.
Some seem to slow and some gain momentum before crashing into the shore;
over us, under us, and around us.
We get accustomed to the pattern once the waves come.
We can set our chairs by the coming of the waves onto the shore by the line drawn in the sand from the edge of the previous break.
We know how to gage just how far the waves are going to come in. The line separates the sand that has been drenched by the overflowing of water that has been continuously rushing in over it to the fluffy sand left untouched.
Truth is, the waves are going to come.....
Wave upon wave and will not stop, but..... they must obey.
The waves are coming - it’s time to adjust your chair.
The waves are not going to stop coming because the break of the wave is frightening.
The waves are not going to stop coming because you don’t understand.
We have to be able to adjust and be adaptable. After all, we are clay in the potters hands.
The waves come to mold us.
To refine us, polish us, heal us, and transform us into who we are called to be.
Its birthing season.
Once we are adjusted, we continue to live and even thrive with the waves coming in.
When the tides change, we adjust our chair.
We adjust to the highs and we adjust to the lows.
The turning of the tide.
I was sitting there marveling that the waves were continuing to come, knowing they must obey.
They were billowing one upon another and could only come so far.
Suddenly, I seen a rogue wave come dancing in toward the sand, it lifted its arm to the shore and cleared a path as it crashed in.
The wave was unpredictable, it came out of nowhere, and it was larger than the others, with more force.
My chair was rocked by the breaking once it arrived on the line of the shore.
There are times in your life that you have gotten adjusted and become comfortable in the eb and flow that a rogue wave has been sent to charter it’s own path.
The purpose of the rogue wave has been to knock down any walls that have been built up around us that were not meant to stand.
That one wave, still has to obey.
We get adjusted and then the waves go back out and come back in crashing over us again.
But even still, as the waves are continuous,
they must obey.
They return and life is back to normal.
Still yet;
the Expectancy.
This rogue wave - Rogue the color red, it hit me.
The red wave …. The color red like the sea that Moses parted on God’s command.
Red- the color of a Traffic light that symbolizes to STOP;
denoting a stop is needed while traveling in a particular direction.
The turning of the tide.
The wave hit the shore and stopped as it obeyed but was dragging sand until it created enough friction from the grit to wear down any thing in its path..... to irritate you for transformation.
Red, the color of a burning flame - to purify.
Red, the color jewelers use to polish.
Jewlers use red rouge as polishing compound to buff scratches, rust, dirt, and tarnish off of gold, silver, brass, platinum, and metal. This jeweler rouge has a fine compound to keep your finest or softest metal from getting scratched or cut.
That rogue wave was sent to further polish and buff you.
To keep you from getting cut.
The grit of the sand thrown in the wave to polish you as a pearl.
The salt to heal your wounds.
It was sent to protect you.
There is something precious being birthed by the waves.
Expectancy .....
The turning of the tide.
The Red Sea was parted by Moses for the Children of Israel to go through on dry ground,
for the enemy to be swallowed up for being foolish enough to chase them into it.
For that fear- that enemy of fear to never be seen again.
That rogue wave.....
That red wave parted the way.
When the last Israelite made it to the other side of the sea, God caused its waters to return to normal, thus drowning Pharaoh's entire army.
Lost in thought, I realized suddenly, the waves returned back to normal.
There was a younger girl out on a kayak paddling around in the gentleness of the waves.
She was rowing against the waves until that rogue wave started rocking her boat. She was able to remain upright for a moment and then her kayak turned over in the toiling of the wave.
She was in shallow enough water she was able to stand up and adjust her boat and started paddling in the opposite direction, this time with the waves.
There is a wind of change coming in Jesus Name.
There is a turning of the tide.
He will get us off the boat if we are going in the wrong direction.
The water wasn't deep, she could swim, she wasn’t alone, but for a moment she panicked.
She had to make the decision to fight the current to keep going the way she was going or to go the way the water was leading.
She was safe going the way the current was taking her.
There are people that think they are going the right way, knowing they are on the wrong path and fighting.
The waves keep getting bigger.
The current keeps getting stronger and they keep getting weaker;
Get off the boat.
Don’t fight the current.
The waves are bringing us closer to HIM.
The waves are coming wave upon wave.
Its a new season.....
The turning of the tide.
Have you been swimming in a current and gotten tired?
Have you been afraid of letting go, knowing the current would sweep you in its way?
Have you been fighting to continue on going the way you feel that is safe?
It is in the fight that you get weak, you get tired out by trying to go your own way.
You can’t see up ahead to know where the current of the water may take you.
Surrendering your will to the current would give you rest;
but you don’t know if you could trust it so you have been fighting.
Surrendering to the current of the Living water is giving up the fight.
Leaning into HIM instead of fighting against HIM.
It’s the rest.
It’s knowing that we can trust HIM with our life in the flow of HIS current.
It’s not the waiting that makes us weak;
it’s the fight in the waiting. There is a miracle being birthed from this pain.
There is a turning of the tide.
The waves are coming in.
Ready or not the waves are coming and will not conform to the pattern of this world .
It is time to Adjust your chair
Deep cries out to deep and in the roaring of the waves I heard it call out unto me. My spirit leapt as I feltthe groaning. There are things that set you apart from this world; you are not conforming to the patterns; You are pinoneering.
Drown out the noise, attune your ear to HIS Word. HE is the voice speaking upon the waves of many waters. HIS voice is rushing and whispering. Don’t miss the sound in the barrier.
Cry out to HIM today, HE is attuned and hearkened to “this cry.”
Rest in HIS presence where peace and quietness abound.
Hearken to HIS voice.
Love is the driving force sending and controlling the waves for a new season.
Get ready, for the turning of the tide.
“Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.”
Xo,
B~The Girl In The Blue House
