It's something about surfing that just gives me life. I was at the beach today for the first Revive 2010 meeting and happened to go surfing with a friend. We began discussing this concept of surfing, and it's relation to our joy. It is just wonderful to be out in the gulf, experiencing God's glory displayed in innumerably profound ways and not thinking about anything else. You can just feel God in His ultimate power. He's just out there... in the push behind the wave... in the perfect way the sun creeps across the sky... in the depths below where fish nibble your toes and jellies show no mercy... in the baking sand on shore where the tops of shells peak out from their burial grounds... in the sun's beaming reflection on the surface, so you can't tell where the sky ends and the water begins... in the colors of the sunset and the glow of the moon... in the clouds that simply project the sun's artistry and the water's clarity... in the peaceful yet powerful crash of a wave on shore, when the sun has left the sky and you can see no more... I can't get enough of it.
I love not thinking. In some situations "not thinking" is definitely the wrong way to go about getting things done, but clearing my mind has always been my key to discernment and epiphany. The world just disappears. You get lost in the beauty and power of the Lord displayed all around you. Exhaustion sets in, and yet you continue to push yourself for that one last ride. One last wave. One last chance to vacate your mind. One last encounter. One last hope.
Lack of thought had never been so productive until I started surfing. Just a thought... =)
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