The moment I see one, time freezes. It’s like my brain can’t comprehend that finally, after looking and looking, what I’m searching for is right there. All I have to do is reach down and gently (ever so gently) scoop up the fragile sand dollar. And when it happens—no exaggeration here—pure joy floods my soul.
Today, on a sunny Christmas at the beach, broken shells lined the shore. My husband and I combed the crunchy landscape for one (just one, please, Lord) unbroken sand dollar. It’s always my hope, often my disappointment.
But after a season of difficult days both physically and emotionally, I got bold and asked God for extra favor: “Jesus, today is all about You: Your birth, Your sacrifice, Your glory. The awe is overwhelming! I know You love me, and I sure don’t need a sand dollar to prove it. If there’s one around, though, would you please point me to it?”
Minutes after this prayer–I’m telling the whole truth here—guess what the God of All Sand Dollars lavished on me?
Not one. Not two,
Nor three. Nor four,
SIX beautiful sand dollars.
The first one was teeny enough to make me stand like a statue and quietly process that there, beside my foot, was a perfect gem in a sea of shards. This jewel had been waiting patiently for me to notice, a small but faithful treasure.
The second was found just moments later, mostly because my eyes now knew where to look. I’ve seen it so many times: where one blessing lies, another soon follows, especially when I anticipate it.
Third time was a charm. Walking farther from the water, I noticed a gleaming circle of white: a BIG sand dollar washed far onto the beach, bleached from sun and time. How had something so fragile survived the surf which brought it here? How had no one’s feet crushed it? What resilience! Much stronger than I would guess.
Number four was almost hidden, barely noticeable under seaweed and sand. But beauty, no matter how seemingly invisible, is always seen and valued.
My husband found the last two of our day. Interestingly enough, he doesn’t love sand dollars like I do. But he patiently helps me search and enjoys finding them for me. With both in hand, he brought them to me like a gift. Like a favor, actually.
Two people searching. Six treasures waiting. One God lavishing.
And on this day, like every other, blessings too numerous to count.
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