Wednesday, January 24, 2018

January 24

My paddle-board was happy to see me! It had been a while since our last adventure. The day was overcast, but the water was still and the tide was low. I skirted around the mangrove looking for signs of life and empty shells. I tell myself that I’m a big shell sheller, and that’s what I’ve become. I know where they harbor, which is the same place they die, so that’s where I go! This day was slow, I only found about six; I saw plenty more, but they were still occupied. I thought Irma would have pushed more toward the shore. Still, that’s more than my shelling buddies usually find in one outing. I’ve gotten a bit picky now, I leave the ones that aren’t in great condition. I can’t keep them all, so I clean them up and give them to my friends. What have I done to receive all this favor from God? Nothing. However, I never forget to thank Him and give Him all the glory. I know where my help comes from! 

A Song of Ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. Psalms 121:1-2

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