Monday, April 25, 2011

Washed Away, New Every Morning

I am at the beach.  Today.  Right now.  All week.  Anybody who knows me, knows I am at my all time favorite, would rather be here than anywhere else kind of place.  I love it here. 

I love the sand between my toes.  I love the smell of the salt air.  I love the sound of the waves.  I love the breeze and the sticky ooey can't get a comb through it web of mess it leaves in my hair.  

I feel close to God here; I see Him everywhere.

Today, as I walked up and down the beach, I was noticing the sand.  The huge starfish made from sand, and pretty seashells strategically placed along the top.  The sand castles.  The moats.  The tunnels.  The huge hole my teenager dug.  So huge, everyone that walked past noticed and commented.  So big, Isaiah and his new friends played in it the rest of the day. 

I thought about all the work that went into the masterpieces.  And I watched, as the tide came in, and begin to wash away at the creations of the beach goers.  I thought about how by tomorrow morning, all will be gone, and it will be just sand. Nothing fancy - just sand.  New every morning.

And isn't that just like God's mercy and grace.  New every morning.  We put so much work into creating masterpieces of with our lives, and sin begins to wash away at our creation.  We are nothing, just sinners.  And each morning, we have a fresh start with our lives to not create our own masterpieces, but to let God's love, and spirit wash over us, and have His way with us.  Much like the waves toss the sand, seaweed, shells, and everything else in it's path, God allows waves in our lives to move us and shape us into what He wants us to be.

I'm thankful for the beach, and God's love, and new mercy and grace.

What 'ya thankful for?

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