I know in past devotions, I've mentioned my love of seashells and paddleboarding. Combining the two sends me over the edge with enjoyment. We were on a new moon cycle where the tide was at an extreme low. I had finished my chores just in time to hit the bay at its lowest point. It was so low that I ended up walking most of the time dragging my board behind me. I barely get out of the mangroves when I find my first shell; it was huge, about a foot long! I always find big shells, but most of the time they're occupied but not this time! That was just the beginning! By the time I had paddled a mile, I had collected more than sixty large, very beautiful shells. What amazing fun! I guess I did inherit the hunter gene after all, just not for wild game. The Father knows us so well and though this earth is not our forever home, He still shows us His goodness by gifting us some of our superficial desires. Now, because of His wonderful generosity, I'm gifting those shells to some dear friends.
One gives freely, yet grows all the richer; another withholds what he should give, and only suffers want. Whoever brings blessing will be enriched, and one who waters will himself be watered. Proverbs 11:24-25