The Shell Seekers

The first full day at the beach started with the boys leaving at 4:30am to go fishing and me headed to the shore to watch the sunrise over the waves.  While walking, I spent my time chatting with God.  About a mile into my conversation, I came across three siblings who were gathering seashells into plastic buckets.

The youngest girl was grabbing any shell in a willy-nilly manner.  She had no concern whether the shells were whole or broken and jagged.  She simply wanted an abundant collection and it seemed her only discriminatory thought was if they were “pretty.”

The boy was only picking up shells that were deemed “perfect.”  He disregarded dozens before he would place one gently into his bucket.  Unlike his younger sister, he had very few shells in the bottom of his bucket.

The oldest of this group was only selecting shells that had a small hole near any of the edges.  She wanted the shells that had a “pre-drilled” hole from their time with relentless ocean waves.  She was planning to string these shells into a necklace but did not want to have to create the hole herself.

I continued walking, but these three shell seekers stayed on my mind.  It reminded me that during our Christian walk we fall into one of these three categories when we allow people to speak into our lives: The abundant collector of people, The seeker of perfect people, and The one who searches purpose in people. Shells

If we are the youngest girl, we allow anyone to speak advice into our lives.  These people could speak the truth, but there is a risk that they won’t.  They may not be saved and therefore will speak from the world rather than from scripture.  I’m not saying we can’t have broken-jagged people in our lives, but rather I think we need to be careful about how much influence they have over our lives.

If we are the middle boy, we search only for the seemingly perfect people to allow into our lives.  These people are a façade.  They frankly don’t exist.  Because there has only been one perfect person to walk the earth, we will be disappointed in the lack of people we can associate with.

If we are the older girl, we align with people who serve a purpose in our lives. We know they may not be perfect on the edges, but there is something in them that is useful for enhancing our walk with Christ. Perhaps they speak truth into our situations or they offer new study techniques or they may even encourage us in a manner we weren’t expecting.

This week think about those who you allow to influence your life.  Are you the youngest, middle or oldest child?

~Emily

“Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.”        ~Proverbs 13:20 (NIV)

The Shell Seekers

Childlike Faith

The last week of summer before school starts is always hectic with buying supplies, trying on new clothes, attending open house to meet the teacher, and cramming in the last minute summer fun.  As a child, my school always started the day after Labor Day.  For my child, Alabama schools start the 1st week of August.  That means our hectic week was last week; complete with a three-day sprint to the beach.

I was exhausted when we arrived.  Why? For several reasons.  I just completed a road trip up and down the East Coast with Erin.  I had the very stressful experience of pitching my book proposal to publishers.  Even though I’m an extrovert, I had the pressure of meeting hundreds of strangers and engaging in meaningful conversations with all of them.  All to turn around and continue living out of a suitcase for a few more days with my husband and son.  The cherry on top? I knew the three-day beach trip would primarily be focused on fishing.

On the 2nd night at the beach, I joined dozens of other parents smirking at one another in the dark with headlamps tied to our heads and death grips on our “flashlight” cell phones…all of us supervising small children as they ran after the crabs that skirted across the waves at dusk.  Literally, dozens of parents looking like coal miners following children, chasing crabs.  For a moment, I stood there looking at the dark shadows with lights at head level, up and down the beach, and reflected on how amazing parenthood truly becomes when you have unconditional love for a little person.

How else would you tolerate, let alone explain, such ridiculous requests to catch crabs in the dark?

At one point Kambell looked up at the stars and said, “Mama, isn’t the sky beautiful?  How did God know to make all of those stars for us?”

This led to a conversation about how God knows all of those stars perfectly.  How He knows about each one of the hairs on our head…and how He knows every single grain of sand that we were walking on.

After the part of about the sand, Kambell was quiet for quite a while.  Anyone who has met this child knows that it’s unusual for him to be quiet for too long.  After a few moments he said, “Our God is pretty amazing to know all that stuff.”

You know what? He is pretty amazing to know all that stuff!

Gone was the exhaustion, the stress of pushing books, the exasperation of a three-day fishing trip, and even the embarrassment of walking in the dark with a light tied to my forehead. All of it was gone with the revelation that my son was enamored with God and all that He can do.

“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” ~Matthew 18:3

Ladies, this week I’m challenging you to be like a child in our awe of God.

~Emily