"Lost along the shore"
(© 2013 By Bob Perks)

8-24-2013 Church Within SOW Seeds Service - Story #749
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Story of the Week
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"Lost along the shore"
(© 2013 By Bob Perks)

You can get lost along the shore and not travel far.
You can get away from the things that bother you and hold you down.
You can leave them behind but carry them with you.
It's all about separating yourself from your problems.
It's all about letting go.

When I was a child going to the shore meant playing in the sand, running on the beach, diving into the waves and collecting treasures of the sea.

As I got older the shore served a greater purpose.

I learned one day that it is the only place where I can turn my back on the world. It's true. I walk up to the edge of the water until I cannot see the shore line in my peripheral vision. Looking straight ahead all I can see is where the ocean meets the sky.

I love doing it. I take a very deep breath and sigh away my troubles. I see them tumble into the ocean as they are swept away with the next wave.

It's half visual and half mental.

At this point in my life I have discovered something new. Even though my children have grown and I am alone, I can relive every moment of the past by watching others.

At sunset one day I tip toed into a private moment of a young lady sitting a short distance away. The setting sun caressed her body with a brilliant backdrop of colorful light. From my vantage point I saw her silhouette as she looked off into the distance.

"Capture this!" whispered in my ear. And now I have forever in my possession the image of a stranger lost along the shore.

God was sending me messages all day. He always does. But He took me away from my pain in order to have my full attention.

The very next day, around the setting of the sun I watched a young father and daughter. It was time to feed the seagulls. The little girl danced in the waves along the shore just a few steps ahead of him. He held a large loaf of bread in his left hand and with his right he would occasionally offer comfort, whenever a wave became too much for her.

"Daddy, it's gonna get me!" she would scream.

"I won't let it!" Daddy replied.

For anyone not familiar with the ways of the seagull, you would think there were none to be fed this warm early evening.

There wasn't one to be found, but they are there.

There is a magic secret hand signal for those who know. You stand in one place and raise and lower your hand quickly pretending to toss something into the air.

It may take a few tries, but it is guaranteed to work. Sometimes too well.

One. Two. And there it was. The first of many gulls to arrive. The trick is to toss the bread into the air so that the gull catches it before it hits the ground.

There were two, then five and at last count at least a dozen circling high above their heads.

That presented a problem for the little girl. She couldn't throw it high enough.

"Daddy, I can't reach that high!" she shouted.

He stopped for a moment and said, "Then I will lift you up so that they see you."

He reached down, lifted her up and placed her on his shoulders.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Daddy, I'm flying!" she said with excitement.

In her mind she was indeed. A young child's mind is a place of wonder where little things are bigger than reality and big things are always within reach. A tiny bug can be a monster and a mountain easy to climb.

When feeding time was over the gulls flew away one by one. Dad and child stood there for a moment. She was still excited about flying and Dad knew he just captured a moment he'll remember one day. Perhaps when He is sitting along the shore like me, and remembering will have to do.

I had to tip toe into their private time, too.

"Capture this" whispered once more. And now I have forever in my possession the image of two strangers lost along the shore.

You spoke to me God and I heard you.

Thanks!

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Pastor's Quote of the Week
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Ideals are like stars: you will not succeed in touching them with your hands, but like the seafaring man on the ocean desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them, you reach your destiny.

(From: Carl Schurz (1829 - 1906 )

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The Prayer
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Dear God,        
        You are the Source of all that I Truly need and want.

You ALL are Within the Infinitely Loving Embrace of our Universal Parent,

The Creator's Eternal Love to all of You,
Pastor Daniel

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