I've been pondering what to say today.
This morning we walked on the beach for the last time. Somewhere in my heart I prayed that I'd find a conch shell to take home with me. (It's been known to find them in the early morning after the tide has gone down.)
There was no sight of one anywhere.
As I continued to walk farther down the beach scanning the sand for even one unchipped shell something caught my eye.
On top of a small mound of sand there was a clean, white, unhidden clam shell. Perfectly in tact, and unbroken.
Here is what I've been told: As a child I was a social butterfly, and I loved everyone, and knew no stranger. I had personality!
As a teenager I ended up being closed off, sitting in the back of the room, quiet, and not confident in my decisions or relationships.
I became a closed clam.
Over time, and through the experiences I've had over the last 2 years. (College, Mission, etc...) I've been able to learn the things that I needed to to open up again. To be myself, and to be able to become a precious, in tact, treasure in the sand.
I opened my mouth, and look at what has happened from it.
Baptism is SO important, but I think that sometimes in missionary work it becomes more important than treating someone as a child of God, and giving them a decision.
I wanted to baptize everyone! It didn't happen, but that is okay.
Sometimes you spend all your time looking for the conch shell that you miss the opportunity to find another type of rarity. A together clam shell that is white, and not chipped. Also, if you spend all your time looking for obstacles in the sand you miss the sunrise.
|Sunrise - Nag's head|
I'm being kicked off the computer now.
I want to continue to write on this blog. It's been a good outlet for me.
My soul is rejoicing to see you again. (TOMORROW!)