When you’re standing on the shores of your life during an outgoing tide, all you see is your existence pulling away from you. The waters lap at your feet before receding, spiriting away your security and optimism beneath the foaming waves. The space that was once occupied by the lifeblood of the rich waters is now dry and barren-looking. Foreign and unwelcoming.
Yet the wonderful thing about tides is they always turn. Carrying life and promise on their crashing waves. As the warm water caresses your feet again and bubbles into the once-empty caverns. The arid sands are now but a memory deep beneath the flood.
If you are patient and aware,
The tide always turns.