Of Waves, Rocks and Sand.

When the Earth all around me is sinking sand,

On Christ the solid rock I stand,

When I need a shelter,

when I need a friend,

I go to the rock.

Stand on the rocks. The waves are coming. Stand on the rocks.

Al, Little A and I were walking along the beach (obviously before the hotel incident) looking for a waterfall. Well, we found the waterfall, but in order to do so we had to walk around a hulking rock that blocked our view. I had a really nice shot planned and everything. Al and Little A standing by the falls. Then I heard my husband calling me back. I knew that the tide was coming in but I thought I had more time. Turns out I didn’t, so I had to grab the kids and save the shot for some other time. The entire time we were running back to the strip of beach where we came from I was telling Al, “Stay near the rocks. The waves are coming. Stay near the rocks.”

The rocks were nowhere as pretty and smooth as the sand. They were rough and a bit demanding to navigate, but they could keep folks from washing away at this stage in the tide. I don’t know whether it was youthful exuberance of just plain naivite or confidence in his experience with the water, but Al just kept walking along the water. After he got totally soaked a few times and had to fight his way on the very rocks I told him to stay close to, I think he got the picture. How many times have I been overcome and drenched before I got the picture?