Oceans For Emotions: Revisiting rock of 29 years ago
"For He shall give His angels charge over Thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thy dash thy foot against a stone."
- Psalms: 91:11, 12
This is my birthday article that I have published every year for 29 years. On my birthday, Mom and Dad each gave me a present that I still treasure and like to share with my readers. Mom's present was how to love God. Dad's present was how to love fishing.
God put both of those presents together and thus, I write the column "Oceans for Emotions" every week for The Victoria Advocate. Only God could have thought of that.
On my birthday, I reprint the first article I ever published in the newspaper. I am getting so old that most of you have it memorized. But here it goes again. It is entitled "Rock."
Rock, I know you are out there, for I have the scarred shins to prove it. Your presence causes me to drag my feet cautiously across the ocean floor in fear of finding you.
Rock, I know exactly where you are in this dawn tide - exactly where I am going. Between the beach and where I wade for fish, you hide within your wavy, secret den.
When my heart begins to race with the first cast, when I am feeling safe that nothing is in my way, but sea and dawn and fish at last, that is when I dash my foot against you, Rock.
Then I hear you gurgle - laugh, "I gottcha!"
Dear Lord, forgive me when I get too self-confident and race ahead to things I want. I need to learn to abide in your secret place because the rocks of life are there but, God, when I sometimes forget, could you spare just one angel for an anxious fool like me?