the old man and the sea

I met God on the beach today. I walked and prayed and listened. I watched the waves crash over and over, marveling at the fact that God lives in the waves; He is the Sea. He is the sunshine and sand and blue skies. He controls the ocean with less than a whisper. So why do we think He doesn't control our lives? He knows the perfect plan, the next step, exactly where I should be. I prayed big prayers today. I asked Him to show me my next step, to place me exactly where He wants me to be at exactly the right time. I want the Lord to bless me. And I believe He will. The ocean makes you realize how small you are in this massive universe. The power of the Sea is overwhelming. Yet God still cares about me. He allows me to wake up every morning. He breathes life into my lungs and keeps me alive. He will reveal my steps. He will lead me in the way I should go. I just need to listen to the waves and the wind and the leaves and the still, small Voice I hear in my heart.