“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm 139:7-10 (NIV)
I’m a seashell girl from way back.
I’ve stuffed them in pockets and upside down hats, buckets and the Target bag I keep in the trunk of the car. So, whenever I get the opportunity to go to the ocean, my girl scout self is “always prepared”.
Like that day in February. It was bitterly cold and windy. We layered our clothes so big that we maneuvered along the sandy beach without bending our legs.
The mist was thick that morning; we couldn’t see the ocean at first. But we could hear it.
We could hear Him.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 (NIV)
We proceeded, heads down, against the wind, the salty moisture permeating our skin.
Personally, I was on a mission, partly to find shells, but mostly to find peace.
Finally, we paused and peered into the waves, standing back just enough to allow the foam to touch the tips of our shoes. And, when the foam disappeared into the wind, we began to gather those leftovers from the sea.
Ah, but they were so much more than leftovers.
They were beautiful reminders of God’s love. Some perfect in color and shape, like the ones you see on postcards or at that “someday” resort on TripAdvisor. There were also others…my favs…the ones that were cracked or a broken piece of what they once were.
Sorta like me. Sorta like us.
There is something about walking among the broken that heals a weary soul.
Dear one, imperfect pieces of our lives wash up onto the shore of our daily. Some we are quick to toss back into the sea along with hurtful memories.
Regret. Guilt. Pain. He said. She said. Why me?
Others we scoop up with a deep desire to cling to and hold forever.
Peace. Comfort. Laughter. Once upon a time. Love.
Where are you along the beach of your life today, friend?
There is nothing broken that God can’t fix.
Will you breathe in that truth like an ocean breeze and believe?
“When peace like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.”
Spread your joy,