MY EARLY childhood was spent by the shore
of Lake Michigan.
The sound of the waves was in my ear all
my waking hours and often in my dreams. Or more exactly,
that sound filled wakeful times at night, for I loved to lie
awake, especially on moonlight nights, and see and hear the
mysterious affairs of wild life in the woods about our
little house.
But I did not enjoy the lake; it was too
awesome. At night the waves talked too loud, and they did
not sound loving and happy. They told one another that they
wanted to come up on the land and eat up the people. I
trembled at the great voices that spoke through the night
silences and wondered when the waves would come.
One day I told my mother what the waves
said at night and asked her when they would come. With a
light on her face that I remember yet, though I was only
six, she told me the waves were never, never coming up on
the land to devour people. They could not, she said, for
they were our heavenly Father's servants, and He had told
them to stay in their place. And He had set a wall between
us and the waves. I asked what that wall was. She said, "The
sand."
Then she took her Bible and read to me
how God gathered the waters together and called them seas
(or lakes) and commanded them to remain where He put them.
Even though the waves were proud of their strength and
tossed themselves against the sand, they always rolled back
into the lake and came no farther.
Later I listened to the waves with
altered ears. They still talked at night, but their tones
were different. They told one another that they were not
going up on the land. "Here is the sand," they said. "This
is the wall of our home. We obey our Father, and we are
happy. We are not lonesome, for there are many of us. We
clap our hands, because our Father is good."
Our heavenly Father "shut up the sea with
doors, . . . and set bars and doors, and said, Hitherto
shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud
waves be stayed." Job 38:8-11. He has "compassed the waters
with bounds." Job 26:10. He has "placed the sand for the
bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass
it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can
they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass
over it." Jeremiah 5:22.
In the various nights of life since then
I have often heard the waves talking, and what they said
would have crushed me had not my Father set His wall between
my soul and them. In the world's night now, "there is sorrow
on the sea, it cannot rest," for "the waters thereof roar
and be troubled." Yet I am not afraid, for "God is a very
present help in trouble." He is a shield (a wall) to them
who trust in Him.
