Kat gave me a bracelet last year engraved with “Healing comes in waves.” It’s both a metaphor and a truism. Healing is gradual, in fits and starts. Whether physical or emotional, or both. Sometimes the waves are gentle, sometimes rough. Sometimes they knock you down and tumble you around. Sometimes they pull you out to sea, where you question whether you will survive.
Metaphorically speaking, sitting or walking on the beach, listening to and watching the waves is soothing, healing. There is something about the ocean…so awe inspiring, so beautiful and powerful…that is a balm to the soul.
Relentless waves
They seem to go on forever
They lap, they froth, they crash
Sometimes they are in conflict with the tide or current or wind
They are pushed and pulled by unseen forces
They are bigger than you can control
The best you can hope for is to ride them
And yet, they are a reminder
That there is One who controls the waves and sea
And watches over you
To keep you from drowning
Or being swept away
Even in the midst of the chaos, there is serenity. By riding the waves, by accepting them as they come, I find healing.