No one can ride the one made just for me. Or you.
It's special. Just as special as you are. It rolls across the ocean and breaks upon life's shore; it releases its strength and eats the sand beneath our feet and pulls it out into the midst of greater waves to live again and again.
We have our own space in time.
Others may join in our ride. Or they can sit upon the shore and wait for their own wave, their own space.
Ours collects its own grit, it's own fragments of life. It may carry starfish and conchshells and greet the dolphins as they pass them in the sea. It may battle shark and eels and stingrays on its ride through each day. It may float in stillness and wait upon the Lord for tides to roll again in His own time. But it is ours to embrace, to carry us through the changing moons and the rising and setting suns.
Live. Live with all the expectancy of crashing waves and breaking foam. Life is as calm or exhilarating as we want it to be. Live. selahV