Today is a smooth white seashell, hold it close and listen to the beauty of the hours. Anon
While on the beach I watched Sam as he peacefully sat in the midst of a group of shells.
He was amazed by each one.
He talked about each one
and long after the rest of us had lost interest in this group of shells,
he remained.
He carefull chose a broken shell,
reaching far if he needed to,
washed it clean,
and placed it in his pile.
Isn't there much to learn from a child that comes from the heart of our God?
