Yesterday, I felt the pulse of creation beneath the waves, diving into the ocean’s embrace on my partner’s parents’ catamaran. The underwater world unfolded like a sacred gallery of fish darting in vibrant schools, their scales catching light like living jewels, and the intricate, otherworldly patterns of brain coral, a testament to nature’s artistry. Each moment felt like a gift, a glimpse into the vast imagination of God the Creator, who sculpted this underwater cathedral with such care and wonder.

As I floated, weightless, well, I am not good at swimming, but Jemma and her parents made a DIY flotation provision of first a floating fender with a rope hold attached... but I was tossing and turning in the water aha trying to hold on! So instead I held onto the dinghy, the small boat, and Jemma’s parents kicked it along with a rope while they were also snorkelling. While I bravely held onto it and looked into the deep, I was struck by a deep appreciation for this balance of life. The ocean is both chaos and harmony; wild currents and serene depths, predators and prey, all woven together. My fear of not being able to swim, and the desire to see the underwater world coexisting in perfect balance. It’s a reminder that life itself is a delicate dance of opposites, held together by divine design.

I remember when my sayang’s (darling’s) parents picked us up and Pete was wondering why and how his two daughters had fallen in love with men that cannot swim and have nothing as much to do with the ocean, yet that is all that his beautiful daughters have lived for. The Creator’s hand is evident in the precision of this ecosystem, where every creature plays its role. I felt so small yet so connected, marveling at how such beauty thrives in hidden depths, unseen by most, yet existing for its own sake a quiet hymn to creation.

This experience grounded me. In so many ways there is truly no limitations. Life often feels like a rush to achieve, to fill every moment with purpose, but underwater, time slows. There’s no hurry, no agenda, just being. It’s a lesson in balancing striving with stillness, and ambition with gratitude. I want to carry this with me to appreciate the moment, to trust that, like the coral and fish, I’m part of something greater, shaped by a Creator who knows the rhythm of life. Yet I can only have what I truly need and not overindulging till I lose a sense of appreciation or gratitude for it.

I’m thankful for today—for the boat, the dive, my partner’s smile and love (Jemma Scott), and her lovely parents Peter and Nicky, and also the chance to witness this underwater world. It’s a call to live with intention, without limitations and to honour both the active and quiet moments, to see God and even more so Gods creativity in every detail, from the smallest polyp to the vastness of the sea. The sound the wind, space, time, conversation, emotions, and above all faith, in the God who created it all.

“But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this?”

JOB 12:7-9

BALANCE

TRAVEL