So many lessons learned already about what you keep and what
you save.
As we were packing up our entire life to take is all to
storage, I could not believe the number of seashell we continued to come
across. I mean bags and bags of shells we had collected and I kept. Some I had
on display on the bathroom counter and some in glass in the living room. Most
were just in bags in the office and in the garage. We even had some shells out
in our flowerbed.
We have always had a fondness for visiting the beach. For
years we would go to Lewes, Delaware on Memorial Day weekend. We are not the
sort of people who go to the beach to worship the sun and lay on the beach
reading a book. We are more the beach comber type. We enjoy walking along the
surf as it meets the beach. Always picking up pink pebbles and shells of
significant color or complete shape. In Lewes we would watch for sea glass and
pottery shards washed up from the shipwreck nearby. All sorts of cool stuff
smoothed down by the power of waves against the sand.
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| Conch Shell in the Dining Hall at Camp Symonette |
Most of the shells came from our many trips to Florida to
visit Grandma and Pop-pop over the years. That is where we would find most of
the whole shells not the bits and pieces you find on the eastern seashore. We
had even collect enough one year to fill a glass lamp with shells for the spare
bedroom.
So why did I keep all those shells?
Maybe it is not so strange after all that we have landed on
a mission on a tropical island. Maybe God’s been giving us clues for years.
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