In Monday’s post on Arkansas Women Bloggers, I told you how my carelessness crushed a perfect little sand dollar and about the lessons I learned from its loss. I promised to share a few more insights today. http:arkansaswomenbloggers.com
If the sand dollar is a metaphor
for meaningful experiences, I’m sure there are more special moments in our weeks than there are
sand biscuits on the shore. The problem comes when we get so busy with other
seemingly important things that we miss them.
Here are just a few everyday moments
for you to consider.
A father adjusts his pace to his
son’s wobbling progress after removing training wheels from his bike. He could
have gotten in a good run, but instead he was there for the victorious ride
down the sidewalk.
A harried mother stops to really
listen to her child’s discovery or to answer her preteen’s question even though
she has lessons to plan. She knows what her child is thinking.
- A woman says yes to lunch with a
friend who’s adjusting to living alone for the first time in her life. She
could have lazed around and finished that book. Instead she’s rewarded with a
new depth in their relationship.
One perk of retirement is the luxury of more time to take note of the beauty around us. My friend
Debbie Hoofman stops on country roads to snap pictures of wildflowers and shares
them on Facebook. She could rush by on a mission to finish her errands or not
bother to post the pictures, but because she does, everyone’s blood pressure
probably drops a few points.
In March we met the couple who
rents the condo next door for a couple of months each winter. When they invited
us in to visit, I noticed a pile of tiny white sand dollars lying on her
kitchen counter. I asked if she had found them on the beach. She told me she had,
adding that lots were washing in with the tide, but you had to go out early to
Was I envious? You bet! But only for
a moment, because by that time, I understood that if she had given me one or a
dozen, they would still have been hers, not mine. I had already made up my mind
to be content with the memory of the day I found that one perfect sand dollar
and to remember the lessons I had learned.
Last week, just two days after I
posted The Elusive Sand Dollar, I found a partial coin that was no larger than the end of my thumb. This time, I was
careful as I retrieved it and placed it in a larger shell. However, later when
I tried to move it to another spot, it broke into three pieces. That little
sand biscuit was so fragile it couldn’t stand up to being held.
That reality check led me to
consider that perhaps some of God’s blessings are simply meant to be enjoyed in
the moment. When we try to grasp them, we cause more harm than good.
Isn’t that the case with our children? We can savor the firsts in their lives, but we would
never expect them to remain there. Instead we hide those memories in
our hearts to be recalled whenever we like. That’s how I view my sand dollar
finds now. The experience of coming upon them is a blessing.
steal upon us, but it is always our choice whether we stop and truly enjoy them. My prayer is that you and I will always choose to
stop, my friend.
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...“you are anxious and troubled about many things,
but one thing is
necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion,
will not be taken away from her.”
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