God has woken me up four times in the last six months; awakened with a voice, just seconds before I open my eyes. My sheets hold me captive. I blink awake. My alarm chirps its morning hello. Rubbing sleep from my eyes I wonder at these words I have heard. Had they been a dream, or a whisper from above?
“You are mine.”
“I know what I am doing.”
“When you are done with the marathon, look towards the ocean.”
The last one in particular causes pensive curiosity to arise in me. Late nights juggling deadlines, the race to live responsibly, I fight exhaustion. Hitting the pillow each night I fight a soul amnesia, forgetting the WHO who carries me through my busy days. This living dementia clings to me as I sleep and Velcros itself to each new day.
Who gives me rest? (I clean my house.) Who provides all that I need? (I cook and serve.) Who said They would never leave me? (I sweep up the angry words that clutter my heart.) My soul forgets. Then the words come crashing in.
I ponder, “When you are done with the marathon,” (do you have more for me to do?). In the race of life there is never a reprieve. “Look towards the ocean.” (Great, now I have to cross the unending expanse?)
Then He unveils the curtain. Why does one go to the ocean? To heal, relax and find joy. The ocean is not unending toil, but the hope of perfect peace.
“Look TOWARDS”, notice the words that are used, not INTO (for that signifies just surface beauty,) not TO (as if looking to something will save you), no TOWARDS is much bigger. TOWARDS means to journey forward to something, knowing that you’ll get there.
After I am done with my whirlwind, He wants me to go towards rest. That oasis is bigger than my nagging troubles. The ocean flows on and on. There I will be washed over with tranquility. Look and travel forward, don’t stand at the finish line waiting for your prize. In Christ we find our rest, even in the waking hours. He speaks it over us. That is award enough for me.