My crocheting came with me on a day trip into Santa Cruz. The yarn rolled around my feet as my friend drove the winding road through the redwoods. My progress was stop and go as I took breaks to look up and watch the road, fending off car sickness.
It was a beautiful day, and the beach and boardwalk were empty as I strolled along the shore. I love the sights and sounds of the ocean – the lulling crashing of waves and the swish of water over sand. Its immensity never ceases to amaze me, and in that moment I thought, “I forget how big God is.”
Job 38:8, 10-11 “Who shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb, when I fixed limits for it and set its doors and bars in place, when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt’?”
When I consider how God created and controls the vastness of the ocean, I realize how small my faith is that I don’t trust his power over my problems. So square #14 was born in a splash of blue, green, and foamy aqua, an ocean in yarn to remind me of the immeasurable greatness of my God.
Matthew 8:26-27 “He replied, ‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’ Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. The men were amazed and asked, ‘What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!’”
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