…as far as
the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us. Psalm 103:12
I often walk in the cool of the morning
when we vacation at the beach. Although the places we go aren’t noted for large
shells, I invariably return with a handful of small ones. I love the diversity
of designs and find pleasure in even the tiniest specimen.
One morning, I noticed that many of the shells
swept in by the tide still held a bit of water that sparkled in the sun. My
thoughts turned to God’s promise that when we trust in Jesus, we become vessels
of His living water, offering refreshment to others.
However, as I continued on my way, I also
saw lots of empty shells. On close examination, I found most had a perfectly
round hole that looked as if it had been drilled there. Any water they held
when they landed on the beach had quickly drained out. They were lovely, and in
some cases, the openings weren’t immediately apparent, but they were still empty.
Just like
me sometimes, I
thought. Some days I may look pretty good, but it’s as if the enemy of my soul has
found my weakest spot and pierced it through ever so precisely. Whatever joy or
evidence of God’s presence is there, leaks out before I even leave home.
Next, I noticed a scallop shell with a
jagged gap marring its otherwise beautiful exterior. Looks like you’ve had some hard knocks. I know what it’s like to be in
the wrong place at the wrong time. But you are still lovely. I picked it up
and cradled it in my palm.
Before I knew it, I was gathering up all
the holey shells in my path because suddenly I was able to see beauty and purpose
in each one. I’d string them on a thread or cord to create a garland or
necklace.
Isn’t that what our loving Father does
with us? He’s just waiting to pick us up, wash us off and restore our souls. He
doesn’t disqualify us because of our flaws and failures, past or present. In
fact, I believe when we’re most injured by our own foolishness, He treats us with
extra-tender care. All He asks is that we admit we need a Savior. When we seek
His forgiveness, He makes us perfect in His sight through Jesus Christ.
I
like to think He might add us, one-by-one, to a scarlet cord, creating a beautiful
garland to wear over His heart. The strands are never ending.
Bind us
together, Lord, with cords of Your love.
Dorothy writes from her home on a ridge overlooking
the Arkansas River in Little Rock. She has been involved in women’s ministries
for nearly forty years, teaching Bible studies. Her passion is for people,
especially women, to understand their value in Jesus.
Connect with Dorothy at her blog: http://reflectionsfromdorothy.blogspot.com/
