The waves beat against the rocky shore this windy day. It is chilly by the water, yet the bright spring sun offers warmth as well. I step gingerly among the stones keeping my eye on the reach of the water as it washes up the shore. I want to stay dry.
 
I’m in explorer mode, delighting in the vista, taking photos of water and rocks and sky. And suddenly, a discovery. Sheltered in a crevice I find an intact fish skeleton. I immediately begin to wonder. What kind of fish? I have no idea. How did it get here? I imagine it washed up on shore and then was stranded between the rocks as the tide slipped away.
 
Further along, my beach investigation reveals a crab claw, a delicate white fragment that might be a vertebra or eviscerated shell, a rock perforated by a perfectly round hole. All signs of the vastness of creation. All evidence of the ebb and flow of life and the power of time.
 
God’s reach is vast and timeless. And I am held within God’s grasp, just like the fish and crab and rock. Like them I am weathered, and beautiful, and subject to the forces of the world. A world that would not exist without the loving Word of God.

Before the mountains were brought forth,
or the land and earth were born,
from age to age you are God.
Psalm 90:2