When you stay thirty metres from the beach, the sound of the sea is ever-present. The sea never rests. The waves continue their thunderous roar endlessly. Of course, it is possible to wear ear plugs and blot out the sound of the sea, or go into a sound-proof room, or play music loud enough to drown it. Just because one doesn’t hear it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
I love the sound of the sea. At night I hear it before I drop off to sleep. It is one of the things I will profoundly miss when we go back to Gauteng tomorrow. However, just because I go away from the sea, it does not stop. Its motion is never-ending, whether I see it or hear it or not.
Over the last two weeks the fishing population has peaked and ebbed. The fishermen continued to cast their lines into the sea. Every day they could take home a catch to feed their families or perhaps even to sell. The next day, the sea would give up more fish – a seemingly limitless supply.
It reminds me of God’s love. Lamentations 3:22 reads, “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;” (ESV)
Whether I can see it, or not, whether I believe it or not, God’s love is around me all the time. His gifts, His provision, His blessings never come to an end.