Momentum.
You can't create it but you can certainly watch for it to appear. The rumble under your feet, the slow building sound of a great wind, the raw expectation that makes your heart go wild and the floor of your stomach fall.
God on the move.
A hundred times a day in the ebb and flow of life, He plunges His hands into the waters of humanity and rippling reverb is felt. It's seen, smelled, heard, tasted.
And so I watch for it.
I have to admit that on most days I sit on top and ride it out. The sun is out and people are swimming. Good days to examine and stay close; to shout encouragement and to sing loudly. To drink deeply and be refreshed because the days of jumping to my feet are coming. The enormously-terrifying, Hawaiian-swelled, screaming-shouting, tsunami-type, churning-power-on-all-sides days. -breathe here-
Awesomeness.
Yes, there are still waves that knock me from my board, sputtering and gasping for breath, but I'm getting better. The scrapes on my knees are well earned and I'm learning to pay attention to the water, to listen closer to the wind.
I want to be ready for the big waves, to be content in the calm and to stay on top in the wild ride that is life with God involved.
Grab your surfboard and come on.
Now if I could just get better at ignoring that circling black fin...
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