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~The Ocean Series~ Seashell Day

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 can always finds shells of some kind. It indeed becomes a treasure hunt of sorts.

When my husband and children would see them, we would pick them up and examine them. If that shell was whole, we would place it in our collector bag. If the shell was broken, we discarded it,  finding no worth in keeping it. 

One year I started picking up the broken ones…and keeping them. The kids were not quite sure why I would do that until I shared some ideas with them…glue them on mirrors, frames, etc.

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. None are discarded. 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.Psalm 34_18

The Father uses His creation to teach us so much!  Seashells by the seashore! Some are broken, battered and in small pieces that don’t even appear have been part of a shell.  And yet, we have been  broken, battered and sometimes we are not recognizable. Still Father finds us…and let’s us know that we are of use. We are loved. He gently restores us and and loves us…just as we are……

So next time you are walking along that beach…pick up the shells and don’t forget the pieces.



I heard the voice of God and a one word sermon in a little girl’s voice. The graphic on the screen read…”Hello, my name is…God”. The series on just who He is was coming to an end. As the pastor opened the sermon in prayer, I heard the voice of a sweet toddler.

“Dada, Dada”




The Aramaic word used by young children when addressing their father was Abba. It was not used by the Jews because of the familiarity. Jesus used the word to indicate the Father/Son relationship with God.

The closest English equivalent to Abba is exactly Daddy, but Dada – a baby’s earliest attempt to name its father is so fitting.


My Abba, my Daddy, my Father, my God.

One precious word coming from a sweet little girl as she reached for her daddy.

The voice of God’s love in one word.

Embrace it. He loves YOU.

~Be Encouraged Today~



*personal graphics, AMP Bible

Just Like Their Daddy


He Looks just like his Daddy!!

My husband and I are the proud parents of two adult men.  Wow, that is weird evening saying that…it seems like yesterday we were the proud parents of two little boys!  They truly do grow up quickly. I cannot stress that enough.  I remember people telling me that and I seriously thought I would be crushing cheerios underfoot for the rest of my adult life!

One thing that always made us proud was when someone told us that the boys looked “just like their daddy.” Although I was a “stay at home mom” who cared for those youngsters, on occasion I thought it would be nice if someone said at least one of them looked like me!!  My husband was out working sometimes very long hours so I could stay home.  Of course I thought I did all the work, so if one of them looked like me I felt like I was at least getting some credit, at least it seemed that way!  But loving my Godly husband and realizing this was a compliment, I often let it slide; it was a blessing that they looked just like their Daddy.

As the boys aged, their appearances changed, as well as the development of their own special personalities.  The eldest one really favors his father.  His mannerisms and voice are very similar to his dad.  The youngest one has many of those characteristics as well, although he does favor me just a bit!!  I must say that my hazel eyes are no where to be found.

What a picture of God.  What a compliment to be told you look like your Father!  Jesus spoke to the disciples in John 14:9-11 “Jesus answered, ‘Don’t you know me Phillip, even after I have been among you such a long time? Anyone who has seen me has seen the Father.  How can you say ‘Show us the Father?’ Don’t you believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me?  The words I say are not just my own.  Rather, it is the Father, living in me, who is doing his work.  Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the miracles themselves.'”

“Seen” in the above verse means that we have “perceived, discerned clearly, to behold. To see with the eyes, to experience.” (Strong’s) Jesus was responding to Phillip’s request in verse 8..“Lord, show us the Father and that will be enough for us.”  Gees, I bet Jesus was scratching his head thinking he had been with them all this time and they still didn’t get it!  Jesus was in the Father and the Father in Him.  All that the disciples had seen should have proven to them who Jesus was, yet they still had a hard time “seeing” the Father.  They did not “perceive” who he really was and why he was here on earth. (Of course we aren’t very different, are we?)

He showed characteristics of the Father over and over.  He healed, he comforted, he ministered, he taught, he wept, he laughed..he loved unconditionally.  Jesus’ life was the life of the Father.  While fully man, he was fully GOD.  All the attributes that Jesus possessed were a picture of what God was and IS to His children today!  Can’t you hear it now…an elderly lady on the road to gather water at the town well passes Jesus as a child.  She tousles his hair and comments, “I tell you what Jesus, you look just like your Daddy!”  Jesus just smiled in agreement, the truth never being more true!  

As parents, we have the honor, privilege and responsibility to “train up the child”.  What better teaching than to show them who the Father truly is?  We shared many of our life experiences with the kids as we felt we should.  Why?  To show them how the Father worked in our lives, and even when we weren’t perfect, He always was. His unconditional love is truly that…unconditional.

So I guess we must ask ourselves…do we look like our Daddy?  Do our kids?  A greater compliment cannot be given…..

Blessings dear ones..


Isaiah 55:8-9

*Strongs, Google clip art*