Prayers from the Island Watching Eyes

Watching Eyes

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  There are more ghost crabs than ever!  I see their tracks everywhere on the beach, crossing and crisscrossing as they mark their progress from hole to hole.  Sometimes they’re almost impossible to see; I think they respond to the impact of our feet on the sand, darting into tunnels strategically placed.  When I stand very still and scan the shoreline, I can seem them scurry past, like the ghosts for whom they’re named.  Eyes set on stalks watch from the rim of a hole, examining my presence and relaying the message to others.  As I walk, I know I’m kept track of, though I may be oblivious.  This sense of being watched is oddly comforting, as if I have a “beach angel” who keeps track of me.  Thank you, Lord, for a world that interacts with us, for a world of watchers who remind me of your watchful eye and loving direction.  I know always you watch over me. Amen.

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Fourth of July!  If ever there is a summer celebration, it is this day when patriotism, vacations, and perfect outdoor weather coincide.  I’ll do my walk early this morning to avoid crowded roads and beaches.  The air will be ripe with the scent of hamburgers and hot dogs grilling, steaks over hot coals, damp potato chips and coleslaw.  I’ll hear children squealing in the surf, throwing bits of bun to seagulls, shouting as they run up and down the beach.  Tonight there will be fireworks that split the darkness and shower sparks of living color.  So much to celebrate, so many reasons to be grateful.  We are a free country, a freedom dearly bought and purchased with the death and sacrifices of those who defended her.  In the same way, I am free from sin and the permanence of death, a freedom purchased by the blood and death of Jesus Christ.  What reason to celebrate!  Lord, I come to your Sacramental Table to remember your sacrifice and to honor the anniversary of this occasion.  Please help me never forget my reason to celebrate freedom and the price you paid.

My Hat Wears OutMy Hat Wears Out

 Many years ago I bought a visor cap with my school’s initials on it from the college bookstore.  Since then it’s been my ‘beach hat’, the hat I grab when I walk on the beach or work in the sun.  Today I noticed the strap is ripping and can’t be sewn.  I have perhaps a month or two of wearing left, and then my cap will have to be discarded.  I felt sad, as if the hat were one of many ‘things’ I must discard with age.  Friends depart, my energy is less than it was, good health isn’t assured, and I see the limitations of time being placed upon me.  More and more, Lord, I turn to you and your promise of immortality. You never change and in time to come, you will take me from time to timelessness.  I thank you, God; you rule change and establish eternity. Amen.


  This morning I found a perfect sand dollar on the beach, whole and unblemished.  Such finds are rare for me, because waves can be brutal and crush the fragile shell.  When we walk on the beach and find a partially fragmented sand dollar, we joke that it’s only worth fifty cents or a quarter, or even a dime, depending upon its crushed condition.  How blessed I am that God doesn’t measure our worth as we jokingly measure sand dollars.  Always He sees us as we would hope to be, whole and unbroken, worth the full amount, forgiven by his mercy and love.  In God’s eyes I am never depreciated in value, no matter how fragmented I may appear.  Dear Father, please help me, I pray, to see the value in all whom I meet—each individual a perfect, unbroken creation.