Amazing what can be found on the beaches as the debris gets carried by the currents of the wind. The news tell us of the landing of a cement dock from the tsunami in Japan off the coast of Newport, OR. Sunday after church one week, I find myself gravitating to the monster on the sands of Oregon. I find hundreds of on-lookers taking pictures of this strange object. Now that it is here, “what are we to do with it?” is the big question. Because more debris will be heading this way, the officials have now set up disposal areas to drop off smaller debris when found. It has no value, so it is now garbage.
Our beaches have been hit hard with other disaster as the oil spills have killed the fowl, fish life and tourism. Months of cleanup challenges business to remain open in hopes of a speedy recovery to no avail. Many had to shut their doors and move away. Others hung on to the little they had for it was easier to stay than to move…to where?
Is there a solution to the many that thrive on their ability to make a living on the coastal shores across America if we the people destroy our chances?
Many people long for the days of walking the peaceful beaches looking for that special seashell or that shiny agate. Building a white rock prayer altar, with the name planted on their heart for much needed prayer. Listening to the slapping of the waves as they hit the sandy shore. Waiting for the sounds to quietly whisper your name as if He had a special message for you.
Reaching for that special white rock only to find your name was to be written on it today as you are the one in need of fervent prayer. Answer follows with a loving whisper, “I will provide” and “I will be with you always.”
Reflections 