Treasures of the transformed life Day 36 ~ where you’re headed. Surf’s up.

Sally sold seashells by the seashore. But she looked longingly day after day at the surfers out in the water.

I used to watch lots of boys surf.

We (girls) didn’t surf all that much way back in the dark ages. We would sit on the beach, burning our skin as my cheap toaster does to my bagel every morning and watch the XYs with their heads in the tube.

So unfortunately, I don’t have any first hand knowledge of surfing, though learning to do so is on my mythical bucket list lying around accumulating dust in the vast unused wastelands of my brain.

But I can body surf with the best of them.

Body surfing doesn’t require balance. Riding a wave all the way into shore requires perfect…anyone, anyone?

timing.

A perfect intersection of your flat as board body at the perfect point in the wave’s break — and you can ride in till your tummy scrapes on the sand.

Transformation requires total immersion. Living in the Word and Holy Spirit so that you hit the wave at the right time and ride effortlessly in God’s power.

But you can’t look up. That ruins it. To catch the perfect ride, bury your head between your arms, close your eyes (because it is sandy and salty) and go…

These people are NUTS!! I can hear their necks snapping from here.

I would be with Sally selling seashells on the seashore if these were the waves.