Today—

Prayers are…

Seashells.

That which holds promise–

Where life can be found…
Uniqueness abounds…
Upon their discovery, little girls’ joyous giggles sound…
(Peals of praise on the breeze).

Within each calcium carbonate covering, a creative work of the Creator dwells (until it doesn’t).
Then, empty—like Joseph’s tomb—it’s…
Washed up on shore…
Searched for by children…
Sought after by beach-combers.

Or, at high tide, some are carried back to sea…
To be truly known, seen, and heard by…

One alone.

Yes, by Him who knew each before its beginning,
Even when proclaimed from the depths of deep waters…
Though spoken in silence or said with clenched fists.

The Word.

Hold some to your ear, then hear…
Whispers of waves…
The crashing tide…
The Holy Spirit’s voice.

Indeed, today—
Prayers are…

Seashells.
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Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will hear you. You will seek Me and find Me, when you seek Me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord (Jeremiah 29:12-14a ESV).