Only God knew when we would be able to return.
So for now I had to take lots of pictures
and memorize the sights and sounds.
Wish I could bottle the air and bring it home with me.
My eyes scanned the beach again
resting on the stones.
Stones that represented years and years of smoothing by the powerful ocean.
Stones that reminded me of the one I sat on every day.
Stones that each held a story.
Yes, one stone would be just right.
I walked over and bent down to pick up one.
Whew, it was heavy
but no store-bought souvenir could compare with it.
And I knew just where I would put it.
Well I ended up taking home a few stones that year
carefully placing them in the front of our home.
Day after day I pass them
remembering my bit of beach
remembering the sight, sounds and special family times.
For some they might just look like stones.
But for me
and my girls
they remind us of a beautiful time
and our little heaven on earth.
Life often gives us times when we can’t take it all.
Yes, there is no way that we can hold onto everything.
That would be as foolish as trying to bag all the ocean
But we can choose something here
a reminder there
So that we don’t forget in the passing of time.
The seashell on my desk reminds me of Maine.
That beautiful picture reminds me of my dear friend.
Those stones in front of our home
reminds me of God’s gift of a place.
Take the time to hold and cherish.
Take time to give thanks for all God’s gifts.
He lovingly surrounds us with beautiful touches of heaven
for those who have eyes to see them.
My soul fills with deep emotion when I gaze out upon the vast ocean
and it sings and sings.
What causes your soul to sing?