Celebrating Wild in the Hollow
I never gave the mountains a chance because every time I’m offered the ocean, I take it. In the first fruits of summer, we took our four boys to the Gulf, and we held hands on the shore. There is no beating a mighty, unruly thing that teams with such life. In light of the white underbellies of shark-swells beneath the pier, and the saucer-ed, slow-motion rippling of sting rays, or thousands of bait fish in sudden appearance on the beach, we were so small. We were the beautiful cheetah pattern on the fleck of broken shell amid the vast, up-washed piles of broken things. How long did it take that shell to make, to break, to get here?
And nothing comforts me more. The small before the grand.
We let lose, laughing, less self-conscious, knowing there is nothing we can do here but let our bodies jiggle how they do and listen to the waves, knowing there are millions of waves on back – great crashing things only God can see.
This wave feels big to me now. It could knock me down, but on back are greater things. There’s the whole ocean to consider, which is the entire point. We are part of a great thing.
Of all the words, mine are a pinch of salt to the sea, but I invite you today, because it is the launch day of Wild in the Hollow, to pick up my story and see the Creator there, see His magnificence. It took me 35 years to live it and more than a year to write it, and maybe for a moment of glory along the shore, you will pick it up and give your only wow to my Jesus.
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Thank you for celebrating with me and for sharing my words with your friends. It is my greatest honor.
THANK YOU!!! Thank you! Thank you.
Now everybody grab your kids or the cat and have a kitchen dance party. This morning feels like a finish line. Ah, but we’re just beginning – so shake it.