I've always found it quite fascinating, the way that waves crash into rocks. The force by which the water hits the rocks leaves me speechless.
The broken pieces of the rocks are carried by the water and deposited in new places where, over time, heat and pressure melt the pieces together to form a new rock. A forceful rush of water can cut deep canyons into dry desert rock. Like for example, the Grand Canyon, in Arizona, it was carved by water.
It's breath-taking... It's massive... It's exceptionally wild.
As I sit here, staring at this picture, I'm recalling the sounds I heard when those waves crashed against the rocks. I'm remembering such amazing colors and smells. I wish I was there again. If only, just for this moment. To soak in it... to take it all in again.
I love how God uses nature to reveal Himself in a personal way. I honestly just wish I would allow myself to stop hearing the noise around me and to actually listen more intently to His voice and see Him manifested in all things.
It really puts into perspective a lot of the minimal things in my sometimes crazy life. When I remember how much He loves me and wants to reveal Himself, it's like I'm back at my favorite place... speechless... all over again.
