Stay Put

Instead of the long walk to comb the beach during our day at Wrightsville Beach, I return and place my chair in the sand.

What’s this? The waves come to me and deliver their gifts this way. I stay still. It’s a different way to receive. The waves leave shells and coral and sea glass right here.

Sometimes we search and travel far down the path to find that seashell; other times we stay put and don’t do a thing. God can work in either position.

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