Stronger than wild sea storms, Mightier than sea-storm breakers, Mighty God rules from High Heaven. Psalm 93:4 (MSG)
When I was a kid, my family vacationed at the same camp on Rainy Lake, Minnesota two weeks out of every year. Rainy Lake is on the boundary waters with Canada and it's a huge lake. As a child from the landlocked midwest, it was the closest thing to a sea I'd ever experienced.
Watching storms come up on Rainy Lake was an awesome thing to behold. Giant waves would come crashing over the dock railings of Camp Idlewood. The raging waters made you question if anything could survive their rage. It was scary enough to watch as a kid peering out from the safety of the boat house, but when you were out on the lake trying to make your way back to shore it was down right terrifying.
I distinctly remember one day when we were headed back to camp in our 17 foot boat. A storm came up while we were out on the lake, though we'd been moving along in the relative safety of some channel islands. We headed out of the channel towards the open water that led to camp. A giant wave came up over the top of the boat and broke across the canvas top, water spilling down into the well. We opted, that day, to turn back into the channel and find a safe place to tie up and wait out the storm.
These are the visions I have as I read the psalmist compare God's strength to the unbridled waves of a sea storm. I realize, as I read this morning, that it's easy for me to diminish God's power in my own mind. I often think of God in still-water terms. God is calm and God is peaceful. Perhaps I need to reconsider my perceptions. Still-waters run deep and calm water can turn deadly with a change in the wind.
God, forgive my finite mind that always wants to put you in a box I'm comfortable with.