Yesterday, between snow storms, I walked the beach. High tide was waving in so the expanse of sand was limited. But never too limited for treasure. The day’s treasure was a rock with “Romans 6:23” written on it. I pick it up, turned it over and there it was, the Sunday school message that lasts a lifetime: “Jesus loves you.”
The beach was empty of people except for a couple way up at the end; maybe they had just left the rock, for it was clean and un-weathered. I put it in my pocket and headed home to open my Bible. “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Probably not the scripture I would have chosen. Um, maybe just the scripture I should prayer on.
This rock is not mine to keep. It will sit with me here at the cottage for a few days and then I’ll return it to the beach. Maybe I’ll paint my own rock to leave about, but for now, this one is enough.
The beach was empty of people except for a couple way up at the end; maybe they had just left the rock, for it was clean and un-weathered. I put it in my pocket and headed home to open my Bible. “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Probably not the scripture I would have chosen. Um, maybe just the scripture I should prayer on.
This rock is not mine to keep. It will sit with me here at the cottage for a few days and then I’ll return it to the beach. Maybe I’ll paint my own rock to leave about, but for now, this one is enough.
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