People who know me might say that I have some defining characteristics. Rising to the top (hopefully) is my faith, followed closely by my love of people – some say I’ve never met a stranger, and then in third place it’s likely a tie between my love of good coffee and my fascination with sea shells.
I’m spending the week at Myrtle Beach, SC with some friends. It’s not particularly known for its shelling, but if you look closely enough, there are some beauties just waiting to be discovered. One of my favorite kinds of shells on this portion of the coast is called a baby’s ear. As I walked the beach today, the shells were elusive. Being of the mindset that God cares about all the details of my life and likes it when I check in with Him, I decided to ask Him to help me find a few baby’s ear shells. It wasn’t more than a minute later that I found two of them gently perched at the high-tide shell rack line. Thank you, Jesus!
It struck me, as I picked up the dainty shells and put them in my pocket, that after I had asked God to help me in my hunt, I continued to look. I didn’t ask and then lift my eyes to the horizon. No, I asked God to do something on the beach and then I kept my eyes firmly planted in my search. God answered affirmatively and I was prepared to see and receive that blessing.
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