The wonder of the ocean is something I never seem to lose. How huge it is and yet the Bible says that God holds the oceans in the palm of his hand. How small our problems must seem there too.
Even before I ever visited Florida, I knew the sound of the sea from a shell my teacher brought to share with our class in fifth grade. We all stood in line impatiently, waiting for our turn to hear the ocean through the echo of a shell in the middle of a cold Minnesota winter.
When my turn came, I picked up the shell in my hands. The outside was rough and scarred by waves, but the inside was shiny and beautiful. I held it to my ear half expecting a sea creature to pop out and bite me, but what happened next changed me forever.
How can such a small thing as hearing the ocean waves echo from a shell in the middle of Minnesota in fifth grade change a person? It made me realize that where you spend your time is the echo of your life.
That shell is a forever reminder of the ocean, whispering it’s wave-like rhythm. In the same way our lives should become the whispers of the Savior. On the outside we are scarred by the waves of life, but on the inside where Christ has worked his miracles, we are smooth and beautiful. An echo of the Savior’s heart.
1 Peter 3:15 ESV
But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.
What things have you heard that felt like whispers of the Savior’s heart?