A Cry from the Deep

Two Words for When You Fear Drowning

Friends,

I’ve been walking edges for two weeks: Oregon shorelines, which are, for me, perfect illustrations of the liminal zones I often hike in my mind.

You know, those beaches of transition between the seen and the unseen, the known and the unknown—their sand and rock and relentless waves thresholds I must cross to hunt the holy, to reach the deep.

The deep . . . above which, storms may rage.

These pics spoke to me about all that.

Reminded me of a two word cry in Psalm 107 for when I fear drowning.

Your cry, too?

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Psalm 107:24-31

They . . . observed the LORD’s power in action,

his impressive works on the deepest seas.

He spoke, and the winds rose,

stirring up the waves.

Their ships were tossed to the heavens

and plunged again to the depths;

the sailors cringed in terror.

They reeled and staggered . . .

and were at their wits’ end.

“LORD, help!” they cried in their trouble,

and he saved them from their distress.

He calmed the storm to a whisper

and stilled the waves.

What a blessing was that stillness

as he brought them safely into harbor!

Let them praise the LORD for his great love. 🧡

(See the name on that ship?)

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BTW, we talked a lot about food on our camping trip. One of the guys in our group said he thinks going vegan would be a huge missed steak.

Your thoughts on that?

What thresholds have you crossed lately? I'd love to hear.

Warmly,

Cheryl