Monday, July 26, 2010

Breaking Point

In all the years I have been walking along the beach, watching the waves as they break... I only noticed it today! For the first time ever!  Right as the waves crash down, and the bigger the crash the better the effect... for a fleeting moment a rainbow appears. I must have taken 30 photos trying to capture it, but it was so elusive. JUST for that moment of time!
Then as I pondered on this, the Holy Spirit reminded me that this is like the Promises of  God in a way. At that breaking  point in your life, when everything comes crashing down around you... even on you... God reveals his precious promises. So that you will know that he is still in control, and you are safe.
It isn't always CRISIS that brings you to the place where you feel your heart will break I have found... Loneliness and even tedium of everyday life can do it too! This rainbow reflects on the tiles of a bathroom I clean regularly. An ordinary bathroom tile in the midst of a tedious unnoticed task. God reminds that He is there too! Shining his grace and love into my brokeness and turning it into something glorious in His sight!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Treasured Possession

If the tide had been different, or I had "parked" my kayak at a slightly different spot, or walked in a straight track along the muddy shore... Then I wouldn't have found it. An old bottle from the 1900's. Once it was an everyday item used to hold "Coffee & Chicory Essence". Being emptied somebody either tossed it overboard or it was indeed the victim of shipwreck. Then for nearly 100 years drifted aimlessly and found itself in the mire... till this day! I only JUST spotted it! And even then didn't realise it was actually worth keeping.
However the thing that I really treasure about this bottle is "the message in it". You may feel like your life is shipwrecked and you are tossed aside, useless and unwanted...up to your neck in the mud! God isn't finished with you yet! He has plans for your life and a purpose (Jeremiah 29:11). One day you'll certainly be gathered up as His treasured possession. My bottle is no longer just a pantry item, but a thing of beauty and admiration. I left it's barnacle in place as a medal of honour that it survived unbroken and intact despite the years of hardship!
JOB 5:11
He places lowly people up high. He lifts those who mourn to safety. 
I do not think I  "found" this treasure, but that it was "gifted" to me from my Father! 

Monday, May 17, 2010

Back in the wash!

On an early morning beach walk this weekend, I noticed a beautifully sea-green coloured piece of glass. I love "sea-glass" and have collected quite a bit of it over the years. Usually it is just ordinary old brown fragments...that I think originate from beer bottles! I must admit my reaction to the amber brown glass that Cliff was going to use on my stained-glass sunflower candle holder, would point to the fact that I have a bias against beer bottle glass! This particular piece was a bit unusual though. The pale aqua seemed to "belong" in the beach setting. An exact replica of the moment just before a wave breaks and the sunlight shows through. 'Tis my habit to photograph any beach finds "in situ" before I claim them for whatever use I have in mind, so I did. On closer inspection though... DISAPPOINTMENT! The edges were still sharp. Beach glass takes a lot of years of tossing and turning in the wash of the waves before it is worthy to be taken home! Sounds like our earthly predicament! Reminded me that though I sometimes long to go home, God is not finished with me yet! So many rough edges to be smoothed. I can just imagine Jesus leaning in for a close look, and proclaiming "Not yet! Back in the wash!" So every monotonous day that rolls in and out like the tide, and turns me in my place, and causes me to find friction in those dreaded "sandpaper people" is working for my good.
For I am confident of this very thing,
that He who began a good work in you
 will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
Philippians 1:6

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Footprints on the sands of time...

Since moving to the beach, since having my life turned upside down... shaking me from my nest and comfort zone, I have rediscovered the joys of beach-walking. Something I did often in my early teens and on holidays and outings as a child. The soothing sounds of the waves and soft 'scrunch' of sand underfoot both relax and inspire me. Nothing is ever the same 2 days in a row along the shoreline and you never know what you may discover or experience.
Thought I'd begin this new idea of Blogging with a treasured "find" inspired by my Anzac Day sunrise beach walk. The idea of living life in a way to make a difference and  leave a positive impression on others was the motivation for the background photograph. On returning home, I googled the phrase "sands of time" which was bouncing around in my head, and found this poem! LOVE IT!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.