He watched as the ocean slept. Spread out like a satin sheet of raven black for as far as the eye could see, and then beyond. Moonbeams cascaded down onto her, porcelain surface, reflecting gold highlights and delicate silver across her flawless body. In an orchestrated gesture He invited the stars to release their treasury of shimmering lights and diamond dust into the wind. His breath sent them tumbling and swirling about, making intricate patterns, fit for a King. And the night and all its residents celebrated her beauty. “Then God looked over all he had made, and saw that it was very good! And evening passed and morning came…” Genesis 1:31. Darkness disappeared on the broad shoulders of the rising sun, escorted by a canopy of gulls joyfully announcing the day. The ocean stirred, then slowly raised her damp lashes revealing liquid pools of aquamarine and turquoise surrounding two portholes that led to the very depths of her soul. She bathed in the warm basins of salty foam that had collected around her feet. Then clothed herself in layers of misty lace that swayed back and forth, back and forth, leaving behind a trail of bashful ripples, that blossomed into majestic pearl studded waves. She heard her Master’s voice calling and moved closer to where He stood on the sandy shoreline. He drew a line in the sand saying, “This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt.” Job 38:11. Recognizing that this was the voice of Love, she curtsied and bowed her head.