Carried

I sat there...

the sun warm against my skin...
the breeze carrying the heavy scent of ocean in the air...
the sky ran into the water
 and the water
ran into the shore...
and I sat there...
watching the waves crash against the sand...

and she danced and played in the waves, in a way only and eight year old can...
and he slept...dozing in an almost perfect environment
and I watched..
kiteboarders skittering across the waves...pulled by a thin piece of fabric, catching the breeze...

and I sat...
lost in my favorite place...
looking at a little girl and a grown man...
and mesmerized by a man dancing across the waves...

because my life...
so often feels like an angry sea...
and my days...
the moments...
feel big and crashing...
and the reality-
enormous

and I feel like my faith is frail...
and weak...
thin.

but today...
I watched a man... be carried across the angriest of waves...
by a simple, thin sheet of fabric...
and
the wind

and I remembered another Man...
that walked across the water
and I felt the breeze grab the tiniest sliver of my frazzled faith...

and knew
He was carrying
me
too.