Reflections by the Sea: Tides

Published 6:14 am Thursday, April 28, 2022

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By Betsy Ore Glass

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies. – Psalm 18: 1-3

The tide comes and goes twice each day. It is calculated and certain. The way it ebbs and flows suggests it is the true music of the sea. Pacing itself with the wave that went before and the one that follows, unleashing its energy on the shore. The moon and the sun are responsible for the tides and their movements. Low tide is serene and exposes more of the shoreline at water’s edge. There I have found numerous shells and sand dollars just waiting to be plucked from the mud flats. High tide is not a beachcomber’s delight but it is certain that if you have the patience to wait for low tide, you may find treasures exposed that you never imagined.

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My favorite, of course, is low tide. It’s when we can step out a little further towards the ocean in faith. We hope to see more as we inch towards deeper water. It is daring and exhilarating to be near the drop off, yet feeling safe and secure. When the tide is high however, the drop off is not visible and we can’t assure our safety.

God promises protection always to those that put their faith in Him. We are never alone. God’s love and His presence are constant like the movement of the tide. He is with us when our inner tide runs high with joy or low with sorrow. He can take us to new heights, teach us to dream and expand our own visions. With God by our side, we don’t have to worry about getting into deep water. He is our protector and best friend.

Betsy Ore Glass has long-standing ties to the Outer Banks. From Virginia Beach, her family bought a vacation cottage in the 60s and her love of the area began. Later in the 90s, Betsy and her husband bought a weekend cottage and introduced the area to their children. Then Betsy’s parents retired to KDH where the family gathered often. Reach her at or read additional Reflections at