Sand….good qualities out weigh the bad (as long as there are not cats around). Our family always loved building sandcastles. One year we all worked hard to make a fort full of castles. It had a moat, and a draw bridge over that moat! It took all day and we all put our hearts in to it!
People walked by and admired it. Some chatted, others took pictures. This was a FORT.
Looking at our finished work with pride, we decided it was time for dinner. We did not really want to leave, we wanted to protect it. But the reality of its disappearance was in the future and we all dreaded it.
We came back from dinner and took a walk on the beach to see if the fort had survived. It had…it was intact! There was hope! Continue reading ~The Ocean Series~ Sand Castles
Walking up and down the seashore is a stroll in paradise for those of us who collect shells. There are some beaches that are better than others, but one always finds some shells.
When my family would see them, we would pick them up and examine them. If the shell was whole, we would place it in our collector bag. A broken shell went back in the sand. Then the hunt began again.
One year I changed the routine. I started picking up the broken ones and began keeping them. I shared some “broken shells” ideas with the kids. We could glue them on a wooden picture frame, put them in a bowl or mirror. Soon they had ideas of their own.
I am so glad that the Father did not discard me when He found me broken. I can see my Abba walking down the shore, picking up every shell and piece of shell. It doesn’t matter the shape, size or color. Each one is precious to Him. There are none thrown away. He gently picks them up and places them in his pocket to examine in greater detail later. Each one is special, each one will have a place.
Some pieces are broken, battered and so small that they don’t even appear to come from a shell. We are torn up, broken, battered and sometimes not recognizable. Yet the Father finds us…and let’s us know that we are of use. We are loved. He gently restores us and uses us and loves us…just as we are……
So next time you are walking along that beach…pick up the shells, but don’t forget the pieces.
~Be Encouraged Today~
I am in the craft room working…low and behold…there Oscar is…again…on the same day as last year. I think the message deserves a repeat post. The Father used my dog again.
Oscar and The Reminder
Our furry baby is a West Highland Terrier named Oscar.
We are “empty nesters” and he has moved into our hearts and taken it, throwing away that silly key! He drives us crazy (‘tenacious terriers” is not an understatement). But we cannot imagine life without him. We lost our other Westie, Bubba almost six years ago and we were never having another animal because his death hurt so much.
Right…….Our animals can teach us a lot.
Oscar brought something to my attention again. I have seen it before, and most likely written about it..but it really confirmed the importance of the lesson to me again. Continue reading Again~Oscar and the Reminder