Sitting and watching. Listening to the crash and the drift. Body-surfing. Swallowing liters of saltwater. There are so many analogies that ocean waves provide.
For instance - the author of Hebrews warns us not to turn away from the Living God and ultimately be hardened by sins deceitfulness...sounds intense. It is. I had just caught a wave and rode it back to shore, thrilled, ready to ride another beast...and then it nailed me from behind. A rogue wave toppling over my head grinding my salted beard into the pebbly-sand. I had turned away from the source of power, even for a moment, glorying in my own skill, deceived that I could 'handle' the ocean...I handled it alright...in the face.
Ocean waves are likened to the immensely powerful nature of God. The powerful rumble and crash displays His strength. The never-ending march of waves display the awesome reality of His never-ending love, power and permanence. One can sit on the shore and simply take it all in, with eyes closed, and be encouraged that 'Today' His voice is being heard.
Ocean waves speak. Not in a pantheistic sort of way...but in a God-created-all-and-creations-existence-displays-His-own-existence...sort of way.
He calms the waves. He resides over the deep. His Leviathan displays His strength and creativity. He knows every grain of sand along the shore. His knowledge is beyond the oceans depth.
Today I heard His voice.
Taken from Hebrews 3:12-14