A woman was standing on a sea shore watching the waves come in. Behind her stood a little town. These shops and houses she had built and they belonged to her. The woman would often stand in the water and let the tiny waves pat her feet. These waves had very little power and almost no force. Then far out at sea she noticed something unique. A swell unlike anything she had ever witnessed was coming towards her. She watched dazzled for a moment but as it neared, and hit the shallows of the beach it began to rise up to reveal its full size and power. Scared she ran for high ground. She could hear the roar of the water and felt the sprinkle of the wave’s drops as the crest of the wave rose above her. She took a deep breath then wave crashed on her. She was submerged in this wild, rolling, terrifying movement of water. She suddenly realized the wave wasn’t dashing her to pieces or pulling her apart. Instead it felt like the water was dancing with her. Letting her enjoy the free, limitless sensation of flying. It was restoring her joy and laughter and what the water stole was years of dust and idleness. When the wave receeded back into the ocean she was placed gently on her feet upon her spot on the sea shore. Aches and pains in her body were gone as were some of the shops and houses she had built. She felt young and full of life and the places in her town that still stood were washed clean.
I believe the waves are this person’s experiences with God. The little town behind her represents things she has built, possibly relationships or things she spends her time on/with, those that were weak or not healthy will be washed away but the rest are in a better condition than before the exposure to the water.