her faith is like the wave of an ocean. 

Sometimes it rides up and down vigorously during a terrible storm with brute force and anger that could devour any unfortunate boat sailing on it. Sometimes when the air is still and humid, it remains stagnant... unmoving... lifeless. On a good day, gentle tufts of waves can be seen softly overlapping each other in rhythm. 

One thing remained constant; its colour; a deep blue hue that could hold your gaze and take your breath away. Sometimes you even ponder on Its existence and how It came to pass. Its intensity can so overwhelming that It always leaves you in awe, reverence and in fear. 

That's what makes an ocean so special and worth believing for.