Storms at Sea

My husband and I were on a cruise a few years ago when there was a storm at sea. The ship's captain navigated around the storm, so while we experienced some fairly rough waters (which is quite interesting on a ship where over 2000 people stuff themselves four times a day with more rich, heavy food than they normally eat in a week), we were never in danger from the fury of the storm.

But we saw it. I remember sitting in a plushly cushioned chair by a window on the Promenade Deck and watching the storm out at sea. The skies all around were white, like a canvas had been drawn over the blue, except for one gigantic dark mound on the horizon that looked like a black cave. The storm raged inside that cave. Lightning crackled in that yawning darkness, spreading across the sky in stunning patterns. Every now and then, a thick shaft of electricity would shoot downward toward the water. The sea responded by rising up to meet it. Huge, powerful waves would lift up into the air as though inviting the lightning's touch. Water and lightning would meet with an explosive spray. Witnessing the pure power in that meeting left us open-mouthed with awe.

That scene came back to me vividly this morning when I read Psalm 93.

"The seas have lifted up, O LORD, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves. Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea -- the LORD on high is mighty." (Psalm 93: 3-4)

Awesome, don't you think?