My interest in bubbles was reignited again today after watching a CBS Sunday Morning segment on bubbles. Did you know that bubbles and only bubbles are what give rushing waters their sounds?
The babbling of a brook, the rushing of a river, the breaking of waves and the roar of a waterfall come from the pulse of sound made every time a bubble is formed, therefore the more bubbles formed, the more sound pulses generated and the greater the sound.
Our sweet Lord’s voice was described in Revelation as being like “the roar of many waters”, but maybe it can be more accurately described as being the combination of sound pulses generated as many bubbles are formed – as if He was speaking at the surface or intersection of two different substances, John residing in one substance, and our Lord speaking to him from the other substance.
And I heard a voice from heaven like the roar of many waters…
Isn’t it funny that when waves are perfectly aligned they become bigger, or when a mirror is aligned with a light source the light is doubled, or when a compass is correctly aligned it can be used to find the way.
Sweet Lord, please align the ripples flowing from my heart with the tsunami of Your love , please align my mirror so that I may reflect Your perfect light, and please align the compass of my heart with Your Will so that my path will be straight and clear! Please let me be an infinitesimal addition to the Your infinite goodness!
Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low. The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth.
I took my girls boogie boarding today! We all loved it and had waves that were the perfect size for them!
The rides were great, but it was so interesting to watch them evaluate each wave and wait for the one that they thought would be the best ride. I was out in the ocean for about 30 min with two of them. One of them took about 15 rides during that time, while my other daughter only got in about 6.
One was clearly pickier than the other about the waves that she thought would be a good ride, but in the end the one who jumped in the most had the most rides and the most “great rides”.
It was such a great reminder from my sweet little girls to live fearlessly and jump in!
It is Our Best Life… let’s jump in and really live it!
I have been a recluse over the last few months. I haven’t had much interest in seeking out or calling my friends to talk, watching the news, or even sending out Christmas cards to my friends and family.
Today while I was running I was thinking about this and wondering why? The thought crossed my mind that maybe Jesus has been sheltering me. Maybe He has been protecting me from the competition and constant comparison of the world by taking away my motivation to talk with my close friends and others who could spark envy, competition, or comparison within my heart. Maybe He has been giving me time to grow stronger and really imprint upon my heart the necessity to stay outside of the race going on in our world while still fully living in our world.
Maybe this is just my overactive imagination, but I still like this explanation, because today I finally called one of my best friends. I was so happy to talk with her and hear about her life and what she has been doing over the last few months. While we were talking though I felt myself being pulled back into the race, not because I compete with her, but because she has so many wonderful plans and ideas. She is an amazing mom and wife. She will soon be back in the workforce and I am sure she will someday start the amazing business of her dreams. In our 30 min conversation we covered all of this and following months of talking to only the same small group of people, I started to question my plans or lack of plans, my ideas or lack of ideas and began to worry about where I am headed. Luckily, although I felt myself being pulled into the race, I was aware of it which I hope is a start for keeping myself out of it.
As I was running home, I pictured all of us as bottles bobbing in the sea. As bottles in the sea we don’t realize that it is impossible for us to sink as we are tossed about in the waves, dunked under water, and crashed into each other. We are all fighting to stay afloat even though it really isn’t possible for us to go down. Then by the grace of God, sometimes we float into a secluded harbor where we can see the beach and we know that true peace exists. The waves slowly wash us in and then drag us back out in a repetitive motion.
Jesus thank you for the safe and secluded harbor You have given me over the last few months. Please help me to remember that no matter how many times the waves pull me back, I am a bottle filled with Your spirit and I can’t sink. Knowing this gives me faith to brave the open sea again and brave the waves with a new perspective.
Maybe on my next trip in You will bless me with a job to help You bring a few more bottles into Your peaceful shores!