Today we crowded in two vans and headed for the coast, to Santa Clara beach- the nicest in Gabon. The day, although spent almost in full at the beach, was an amazing way for the team, and especially me, to connect with God. We got there at low tide, and the sand beach gave room for sandy footprints before the foaming water raced towards me. As the day wore on and the tide grew higher, the waves grew more ominous and powerful. By the end of our day there, around 3-4 o'clock, the waves were mountains, maybe 6-foot swells, so 10 feet as I was at the base looking into the foaming peaks. I'm not a tiny girl, but I know that 2 things were true: I'm not stopping this mountain from crushing me but I also know that God has control over this mysterious tide. God brought to my mind the story of the disciples and Jesus in the storm; not just the story but also the might of God's hand, His word, His breath to calm the waves that scared his disciples. Now, the disciples lived on the water, breathed the water, dreamed of the water. Storms were normal, but this one had them pleading for their lives. As I floated, staring the mountain down, I was scared; as the wave tumbled and flipped me underwater, I saw my life flash before my eyes, not once but a couple times.
Meeting God face to face, nature to human, wave to scared girl, the experience gave me an appreciation for God's might but also a love for His risky side.
Oh, and while I was getting washed around by these mountain waves, I got bit by a jelly fish- which meant that my back swelled up and turned red. Thanks to Jake, I took some Benadryl and survived. Plus, I had an allergic reaction to something, maybe the coconut that Jake climbed a tree for. But I'm good now. :)
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