The kayak hits the rollers, and glides along the wooden planks, over the sea wall and becomes anchored to a post by its single braided thread. I nervously climb down a metal pool ladder onto the center of the kayak, solely relying on my questionable sense of balance to allow gravity to keep all orderly so that I’m floating on top of the seafoam green waters. Using the power of my arms and a double oar like a butter knife, I icing the top of the sea, interrupting its smoothness to create a muted reflection of the sky that was once crystal clear. It disrupts the layer of biofilm that has formed on it surface, and I see a sandpiper swooping down for the nutrients with their feathery tongues and the tips of their bills. As I leave the canal and the harbor of my temporary home and blade my way to the middle of the bay – I feel like I’m shrinking into the setting – and feel insignificant. I see a cruise ship, packed with passengers and the promise of a breathtaking view as the sun is pulled towards the sea’s floor by the strings that are tethered to the moon as it rises- I wonder if anyone can see me. I then see the cables that suspend the Skyway bridge sailed out across the Gulf. It’s deck is the road to connect cars to the sunniest city while its concrete pillars peak at 175 feet to allow boats to shuttle cargo and crew under its hull to ports of call. The panaromaic views of the Bay leaves me paralyzed in its beauty. I hold the oar straight across my bended knees, I surrender and give control to the current and it takes my canoe gently north. I whisper… Thank you God. My kayaking into it’s big scene gives me the gift of observing without having to serve any need. All my small self can do is receive, give thanks and try to paddle out of its scene without leaving a print. I take the memory and the knowing that God’s love is so wide and so deep for each of us.
And He sees. All.
Do not worry about your life… Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?
What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God’s giving (Luke 12:22, NIV 1984)