In this world, Husband fears one thing: swimming in the middle of the ocean at night.
“You never know what could be out there.”
And I shudder when I imagine it too.
Like most of the country, the catastrophic implosion of the Titan submersible on June 18, 2023, on its way down to view the wreckage of the Titanic snapped me to attention. In the following days, I viewed chilling 3D animation videos demonstrating the depth of the ocean through a virtual underwater seascape by using global landmarks like the Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower, and many of the world’s seas for perspective. Even the Burj Khalifa, the world’s tallest building, located in the United Arab Emirates, would descend only 2,717 feet–far short of reaching the Titanic's remains which rest 12,500 feet below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.
The ocean liner’s grave is shallow, though, compared with the Mariana Trench, living in the Pacific Ocean 35,000 feet below the sea’s surface. I shiver thinking of what’s down there in the darkness. And the knowledge of it all is too much for me.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
Deeper than our waters, higher than our universe, broader than our everything. A formidable presence, fervid grace, fearsome love.
Yes, He is.
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