I love the ocean. I love being there on the beach and feeling the warm breeze. I love hearing the waves crash, enjoying the bright sunshine, and so much more. It’s just an amazing spectacle of nature.
Additionally, I also love watching the birds. The pelicans, the seagulls, and the plovers. The plovers are the little ones that run around at the shoreline, picking in the sand, and hoping for a small crab.
As each wave pulls back into the ocean, it provides a smooth fresh platform for the plovers to search for the crabs. The plovers go as close to the ocean as they can to get those crabs. As soon as the next wave comes, they scurry back away from the water. They repeat this process over and over and over as they are feeding and searching for food. The water rarely ever touches them. They know where the line of danger is, how far down they can go, and when they should retreat. All for the sake of getting the best crab.
How do we know where that line is? That line that we can push to get the best, and what we are looking for. How do we continue to strive to get deep into the ocean to get the best crabs for our lives? Those plovers know where the line is. Sometimes we don’t push ourselves far enough and other times we push too hard and cross the line, creating negative situations.
Know where the line is in your life and continue to push it. Continue to reach the boundaries to achieve those goals you are looking for. This is a constant process for the plovers as it should be for us. Constantly moving, constantly checking, and constantly working towards those goals.
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