While I have bemoaned the fact that our cove has been dry, I must also say that we were grateful that it was because it allowed us to build the sea wall that was needed to protect our shoreline.
Though it looks like there is water in it now--and there is--it is still so shallow that even the geese wade in it, not belly deep. When it is at the level we need in order to launch our small fishing boat, or even the paddle boat, it will cover a substantial part of the rocks and blocks that you are able to see now.
I see this as a parallel to what Jesus does for me--over and over again. In my dry periods. . . he builds the walls that will stand the wearing away of the waves and storms that will come.
I wish I could say I never went dry . . . but I am reminded of a song that we used to sing a long time ago--In The Valley He Restoreth My Soul.
On this Christmas Day, 2011, I am grateful for my Lord, Who builds walls not to keep me out, but to become a fortress against whatever storms come my way. . .
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