Yesterday, I started sorting through my old Facebook posts. I joined the crazy world of social media in 2010. I discovered that over the past 15 years, I’ve created a beautiful timeline of events. While I no longer use Facebook as my main outlet for self-expression, I have run across a few posts that I want to preserve by sharing them on this platform. Here’s one from April 4, 2014. I was on vacation in Myrtle Beach, SC., and the moment was profound.
“On Monday, I stood looking out over the Atlantic Ocean feeling very small in the face of such vastness. Then, a wave broke in front of me, rushed up over my feet and then retreated with such force that it pulled all the sand from around my feet back into the surf. At that moment, I didn’t feel so insignificant. I had held the sand in place beneath me. I made a difference by standing firm. There’s a sermon illustration there somewhere.”
The waves continue to crash ashore, Never forget that every act of resistance–no matter how small–makes a difference. Stand firm, my friends. Stand firm.
Tongue on Fire 