The water from the ocean crawls relentlessly up onshore, traveling with intensity and force.
In a moment, as though it had specific orders to do so, it stops–and returns to the vast sea from which it came, leaving behind evidence of its short presence there.
Often, ripples form in the sand.
Intriguing and magnificent, mathematical and perfect; ordered, yet chaotic.
If I could take a photograph of the shore just after the recession of a wave and then measure each ripple with great accuracy, what would I find?
The numbers would certainly show God’s design–a picture of His Divine calculation.
The sand between my toes, the feel of the ripples left behind.
The sensation of cool water passing over my feet.
These are grand testimonies of the power and creativity of the Maker of the universe.
Many, O LORD my God, are your wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us: they cannot be recounted in order unto you: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
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