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Jul 9, 2015

Morning's Stillness





In early spring wind off the waves brushed gently against our faces with soft touches of warmth and great moist whiffs of the sea. Pants legs rolled up to sink feet in the white bounty of coastal sand and surf. We walked. The wind swept through the mind, carrying the burdens of living far out to sea. I point out the scurrying Sand Pipers and he scours the beds of washed up shells for beauty.

Sand glistens in the way of gems, reflecting light from facets of uncountable grains, all broken, polished, and scattered across the beach. Treasures of the sea cast onto the shore, sourced from rock, shells, and marine life, mingled in tidal deposits washed up by waves. 


As I recall myself bowing over the sand, scanning the collection tumbled onto the beach, I ponder how similar this image could be to holy God gazing down from celestial heights onto the minute beings of humanity. Certainly, the diverse bits of shells, rock, driftwood, the occasional gull’s feather, or dried sand dollar ~ certainly, such a collection is loosely symbolic of humankind’s wide range of color and form in varying stages of wave tossed brokenness. I ponder the scriptures that assure us that our Creator follows the journey of each remnant of life and gathers it all for redeemed purpose.


And I walked, 
heart full to bursting, 
contemplating the divinely guided galaxies in the cosmos 
replicated in small earthly microcosms 
for human eyes to witness 
the magnitude 
and detail 
of God’s power.

The One who builds His upper chambers in the heavens and has founded His vaulted dome over the earth,
He who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out on the face of the earth,
The Lord is His name.
Amos 9:6

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10 comments:

  1. Thank you for this virtual trip to the seashore and for your lovely insight into God's magnificence--from galaxies down to tiny, broken shells.

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    1. Words do serve to transport us to wondrous imagined places. Honored by your kind words.

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  2. Sometimes I wish I live at the beach so I can spend my mornings walking by the shore. But well, God's love and peace are everywhere. Even in the busy urban, we can find Him and be still. :)

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    1. So very true. He can be found everywhere by those with eyes to see. May you sense His presence al around you!

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  3. Beautiful! Your pictures as well as words describing the beach take me to my favorite beaches in my mind as well as showing me the diversity that we can find just in walking up and down the shoreline. Blessed you shared this at The Weekend Brew.

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    1. Humbled to know my words carried you to well loved memories. So appreciate your visit here and your generous comment.

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  4. Beautiful. Your prose reads like poetry.

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  5. I had a dear artist friend who, just before she died, was so filled with joy, telling me how she was walking on the beach, collecting shells, discarding the broken ones. She said God spoke to her heart to keep the broken pieces because there was such beauty in brokenness. And so she did. She took the broken shells and along with beads and wire, turned them into beautiful necklaces so that she would never forget that her brokenness was beautiful to Him. I have never forgotten either, since she shared this story with me a few days before she went to be with Him.

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    1. The comfort that comes from His whispers mingled with the holy meaning of all that surrounds us; I count that among God's greatest gifts. God cradle your friend in this way, which I must think, also comforted you. I'm blessed by your story.

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