My Helplessness

My Helplessness

I moved to southern California when in my twenties. A friend and I moved into an apartment together. We worked at the same hospital which made commuting easy.

I sometimes needed time alone for meditating on life and to reflect. My outlet was the beaches of Southern California’s Laguna Beach. It was there I could gain a perspective on life which the city could not give.

I sat in the quietness of my thoughts and watched the waves crashing into the shore and over mammoth rocks. Nothing could stop the waves. In watching the power of the waves I understood my smallness, my weakness, and how magnificent is the powerful God―the One who volunteered to save me.

I understood my helplessness.

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