In what seems like a life time ago, I worked at Alliance Redwoods
Conference Grounds as an Outdoor Educator for 5th and 6th grade science. One of
the highlights of that job was taking students to the beach. Some had never
been to ocean despite living mere hours away.
The majesty of the ocean is such that countless wordsmiths and
song writers have attempted to encapsulate it within the confines of language.
I don't fancy myself either of those things, yet I will note that the rhythm of
the ocean is the thing that draws me to it.
The waves come in. The waves go out. The tide comes in. The tide
goes out. Over and over. Consistent, steady, solid, reliable. While I have only
been to the ocean a handful of times, regardless of what piece of shoreline I
stand upon the same sound, the same rhythm greets me each time I visit.
As far back as I can conceive the waves come in; the waves go out.
As far forward as I can imagine, the waves come in; the waves go out.
When you look out on the ocean, you can see each distinct wave as
it builds, crests, and falls. And then suddenly that distinct wave is once more
simply a part of the vast expanse of blue. Behind it builds another wave,
distinct for a moment then melded into the whole.
As I look back on my life, I can see distinct moments: high
school, college, camp. As I reflect I can see individual lessons: learning of
grace, risk, and calling. And yet as I try and figure out where one begins and
the other ends, rather than distinct moments I simply see a melded whole that I
call life.
Goat Rock Beach, Sonoma Coast State Beach, CA |
However, this simple rhythm of waves is not guaranteed.
When we took the students to the ocean, Safety was priority number
one. Amidst the "respect the ocean" and "no you can't take your
shoes off and run out into the surf" was a lecture on sleeper waves. The
shore where we took the students was notorious for such waves. Huge signs
warning of their danger were prominently features along the stairs leading form
parking lot to shore. Sleeper waves, simply put, are waves that come out of
rhythm. These are waves that come as a surprise and can ruin your day pretty quickly.
This last year my life seems more like the rocky cliffs of Sonoma
(above) than the smooth surf of Seal Beach.
The year started out just fine.
The waves come in.
The waves go out.
The waves come in.
The waves go out.
The waves come in.
The waves go out.
The waves come in.
The waves go out.
The waves come in.
Hours long interview, conversation, and spiritual direction.
The waves go out.
The waves come in.
Returning home and packing my car with all of my earthly
possessions for the second time in four months.
The waves come in.
The waves go out.
SLEEPER WAVE
Slowly life returned to normal.
Then in May, while out in the front driveway I tripped over a pile
of branches my brother and I were bundling for pick up. Falling face first
I placed my hands in front of me to catch myself. There was immediate pain my
left bicep. I assumed it was a simple muscle spasm or maybe a tear. The pain
did not subside.
My left palm hit the ground with enough force that the radial bone
(wrist to elbow on the "outside" of the arm) was driven forward. The
head of the bone shattered.
SLEEPER WAVE.
X-Rays. CT Scans. Surgery. Recovery. Rehab.
I reached out to those I love. Those who were able gave. Those who were willing prayed. All reminded me that I am loved in return.
A new reality became my rhythm.
I rested my arm so that it could heal correctly.
I rested my mind to better understand how to raise the financial support
needed.
I rested my soul in the God who had brought me this far.
and
I rested knowing that I am loved and supported by all of you.
The arm is now healed.
And now I sit on the shore.
Waiting.
Listening.
Wondering what may be next.
--Serving Him alongside you, just from farther away
--Jesse Letourneau