“I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean…
”From: I Hope You Dance (Lee Ann Womack) I love this lyric.
I heard this song today at work and it always touches me. I sit in my little (and I’m not exaggerating) office and turn the “phone radio” up high enough to hear it without squinting my eyes. What’s that about by the way? Why do some of us squint our eyes where we strain to HEAR something…the eyes don’t have some special relationship to the ears do they?
(random and rambling…)
I love the ocean.
I have always loved it.
I love to stand on the edge of the “world” and close my eyes and
listen to the sound of the water as it rushes, sprays, and crests.
I love all the free movement it displays in its concert of sounds.
I love the feel of the sand beneath my bare feet.
I love the feel of the heat beating down on my upturned face when
I stop to feel the sun kisses from above.
I love the sound of laughter coming from children
as they build their sand castles.
I love the smell of the salt as the water mists the air.
I love the ocean at sunset.
I love to watch the sun slip behind the water
with the hope of a new day to come.
I love to sit on the pier and hang my feet off the
edge and dangle above the water.
I LOVE feeling so small and yet so significant to God.
I love that He knows every grain of sand that
lies uncountable below my perch.
It’s probably good I don’t live on a coast somewhere, because I can assure you I wouldn’t get a thing done as I planted myself daily on that shoreline. It could be that I’m a mermaid that was ‘rescued’ from her ocean bound captor. That might explain my longing to be there. That would explain my absolute disdain for those dresses that constrict the legs and their independent movement. That might also explain my unusually large feet, if they were once flippers.
Whatever the case, I’m there now, if only in the memories trapped safely in the confines of my mind.
And…I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean…