Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Conch Shells: An Angel Message

 The big razor back clam shell pictured here was a great swap with a commuter, a deep sea diver, who took my grandfather's giant shark's tooth in exchange. 

This morning my heart is grieving as I recall Mom's last days in hospice.  I can almost hear her voice comforting me, assuring me that she is happy now. She wants me to be happy, too.  While I was soaking in the tub, feeling flat and lifeless, I asked Jesus what to blog about today.  

Two large conch shells on the bath tub ledge caught my attention. Gifts from the sea.  I remembered how each one had consecutively popped up out of the watery sands.  During my daily seaside sunrise walks with the Lord, a message would turn up along the way.  Some days the beach would be littered with sunglasses, or goggles, diver's masks.  A message to keep my eye on Him.  Other times, I would find vessels of all shapes and sizes:  sand buckets, plastic cups, etc.  We are each a vessel for the Lord.  Often little shells washed up on the wet sand glistening in the sunlight.  The bigger shells were always broken.  At the time, my husband and I were going through financial challenges.  I put it out there that if God loved me I would find a perfect large conch shell as most were broken up in the rushing tide.  Time passed so long that my wish was forgotten over the months.   

Then, one morning sunrise, while walking barefoot in the shallow surf, a powerful wave surged in and receded out again revealing the ocean floor.   

Looking down at my feet, a large conch shell bubbled up from underneath the sand.  "Thank you, Holy Spirit!" I laughed.  Digging it out, it was in perfect condition, although the outer shell was dark from being buried.

It wasn't long before more bubbles appeared.  Another darkened conch appeared. One for me, and one for my husband, Elliot. The inside of both shells had an orange glossy surface.

My "special double for your trouble delivery" had come ashore at just the right time to receive it. A blessing to remember God is with us. He never stopped loving me.

So the two special conch shells this morning, delivered another message. As I held the seashell to my ear,  I could hear the sound of waves, a distant yet fond memory within the empty shell that once had been a home to a conch.  Spirit lives on...

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and blessings,

Rae Karen