Abundantly Washed

Abundantly Washed

A couple of weeks ago, a few friends and I stayed up the North Coast for a couple of nights as part of my birthday gift from them (what a dream). On the final morning, we went to my favourite ever beach, White Rocks. I adore this beach as it just seems special. It's not like our Ballyholme or Crawfordsburn, it seems so bright, clean and fresh. A true place of replenishment and stillness. 

After climbing the sand dunes, I just kept being drawn to the water. I am petrified of deep water.. the bath is my limit to deepness lol but there was something drawing me to the sea at this moment. I left my friends on the dune and took myself off down to the shore line, stood and was still. 

God spoke to me a lot in this short space of time.. as I reached the water, my feet were very obviously sandy, but they were washed clean as soon as a wave came. Then when the wave went back out, my feet instantly got sandy again, but before a second could pass, another wave had washed them clean.

I really felt this was God's way of showing me such a visual representation of His grace. No matter how sandy or how many times we may sin, He washes us clean. Without hesitation or delay, He is always there, ready to wash us clean. The waves are abundant and constant, which are two words to describe God and all the grace and love He has for us.

How good to know that we, the imperfect are loved by perfection Himself.

'The sea is His, for He made it..' -Psalm 95:5

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