Two weeks ago I pulled my hammy playing softball and have not run at the beach since. So this morning I will get back into it. My beach runs are an important part of my connection with Abba Father, and I've really been missing that. It looks like rain is coming, but so far it has held off. Maybe the threat of rain has kept people away from the beach this morning; I am the only one here. Glass is plentiful today, which is nice for my first day back. As I load up my pockets with glass, I unload my thoughts to God. It's good to have this time away to pray.
My run is almost done, and there on the beach are three poor miserable people with their heads down looking for beach glass. I feel sorry for them. They are too late. I must have over 100 pieces in my pockets; I don't think I left much for them. I don't feel guilty about it at all, until I get closer and realize who it is. My father in law, and my sister and neice. They came all the way from Texas to find some beach glass. I wish I would have known they were coming, I would have left them some. Should I give them some of mine? You can't just give it to them; it's something you gotta do on your own. Should I secretly drop glass in front of them? Nah, they wouldn;t fall for that. With a bit of saddness, I make my way back to my truck hoping they'll find a few pieces.
Maybe they'll atleast enjoy a nice prayer time on the beach.
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Wed, July 1, 2009
by Chris Spitters