Two of my kids are a little obsessed with beach-combing.
They love the search and just went on an Epic Shell Hunt on a 9-acre shoal in the Gulf of Mexico with a Tropical Storm surrounding them.
OCD? Maybe a bit! They didn’t have any fear about getting on that skiff and riding 45-minutes into a choppy Gulf.
They know the One who rides on the wings of the wind.
They had three hours on that shoal in four-feet deep seashell treasure!
They filled their buckets and then got word the US Coast Guard called in all seacraft.
Of all the groups of people who paid for and traveled to the Epic Shell Hunt, their’s was the only group that ever set foot on the shoal.
They boarded the skiff with their buckets full of treasure.
Kind of like HOPE…we weather storms and wind and rain but we know our anchor holds and hopes in The One Who can speak peace to the waves.
And, I believe I’ve said this before…and, no doubt, I’ll say it again…
The Shell Seekers!