A 365 Day Devotional
Scripture: Song of Solomon 4:7; 2 Corinthians 5:17; Revelation 21:1-6; Ecclesiastes 3:11.
You never would have thought death visited last night. Storm surge readings had been high all week, but by morning the only sound was the repetitive lapping of an ocean that had already spilled it guts. I studied the coastline. Debris, driftwood, and dead ocean plants littered the view before me. The play of light and shadow at this early morning hour enlarged the objects, giving life to inanimate shapes.
I picked my way through the mess as gingerly as possible, careful not to step on anything sharp. The word lockjaw loomed in my mind.
So much for a casual stroll down the beach at dawn.
I sighed, thinking I should have worn shoes, but the urge to feel sand between my toes was too great to ignore. Looking down with each step became necessary, born of self preservation. It wouldn’t do to puncture my foot on a rusty nail or slice it with a piece of torn metal. Tetanus is not something you mess around with. People die from it.
For the umpteenth time I looked down, when something glittered at the edge of my visual periphery, off to the left and close to the waves. The color of sky peeked through the shallows, atop the sand and pebbles, so I inched closer to investigate. There, at my freshly painted, wriggling toes lay the culprit – a piece of blue sea glass. It glowed with the intensity of a cornflower. Mesmerized by the waves’ swirling retreat, I squatted down for a closer look. Grains of wet sand clung to the stopper-shaped jewel, and my mind flooded with images of antique perfume bottles. I brushed the sand off and picked it up, staring in wonder at my find.
It was beautiful.
What journey had it undergone, before washing ashore? Did a woman carry her perfume bottle aboard ship, only to lose it in the tossing of the waves? What happened to the bottle the stopper once corked? Did it, too, get washed away, or was it, perhaps, broken on the deck then swept overboard by a crewman’s mop? Was it discarded centuries ago, or more recently?
These questions and more rose unbidden as I examined a surface worn smooth by years of sanding and salt water hydration. I had seen imitation sea glass, but it paled in comparison to the jewel I now held. The thought occurred to me that no amount of mechanized or chemical washes could duplicate the qualities I observed along the surface. All edges were rounded and smooth. A frosted quality played evenly throughout, no nicks or scarring evident. Unvalued, unwanted, it had been tossed in the sea, yet the forces of nature, the acidity of the water, and time had from this bit of refuse fashioned a treasure beyond compare.
My eyes widened with the knowledge of Truth.
Once discarded, the glass stopper had been remade into a work of timeless beauty. Like this bit of sea glass, Jesus took the waste of my life, the barrenness, all the events I experienced, and used them to form something new.
I am a jewel in the hand of God, and He finds no blemish in me.
He makes all things beautiful in His time.
Read: Song of Solomon 4:7; 2 Corinthians 5:17; Revelation 21:1-6; Ecclesiastes 3:11. Journal your private thoughts.
Father God, thank you for seeing in me that which is priceless – Your creation. Thank you for making me new in You, for new life, and for your endless mercies. I love you Jesus. Amen.
Copyright © 2011, Érin Elise
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