Saturday, April 9, 2011

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. ~G.K. Chesterton

My Miracle Man & Me.

My beach combing exploits have been temporarily  interrupted by my Hubby who decided to have a heart attack on Saturday night. I was watching some tv in the living room when I heard him call my name from the bedroom.  "Oh for goodness sake, what does he want now" I thought to myself & continued to watch tv.  After a minute or so my conscience elbowed me hard & I walked back to see what he needed.  I found him gripping the sink & in extreme pain from his jaw to his chest. We live 3 minutes from a hospital so I hustled him outside to the car & off we bolted off to the ER. 

That was Saturday night & he came home Tuesday afternoon with a stint in his LAD.  The doctor assured me someone was looking out for Hubby because blockage in that artery is usually non-negotiable. I asked the doctor "Isn't that artery called the Widow Maker?".  "Yes" he grinned "But I don't as a rule use that term with the spouse".  My last year has been spent caring for his various ailments that range from back to lungs to heart. I'm so thankful that things turned out the way they did.  My Heavenly Father showed up with His goodness & mercy from the  capable doctors at an award-winning hospital to VA covering the bill.

 I told the Hubby that if I would've had to pick out a headstone for him it would have said "I told you I was sick".  I've given myself a swift kick in the mental rear end and made some minor adjustments in my attentions towards him.  I hope you enjoy a post I did last Easter.  I pray that the Lord would be with you this Passover & Easter season.  That His Face would shine upon you & your family and be gracious to you in this season as we celebrate New Life.

(Originally posted April 9, 2011)
 "Some keep the Sabbath going to Church, I keep it staying at Home - With a bobolink for a Chorister, And an Orchard, for a Dome." ~Emily Dickinson

The moon & Orion's Belt to the right

I was talking to a fellow fossil hunter on the beach the other day. The conversation had turned toward the existence of God. He confessed to me that he was not religious.  I smiled at him and said "Me neither". I spread my arms out as if to embrace the amazing blue sky we were standing under -  "This is my church" I said. 

 Now I do have a local church  that I am a member of.  I call them my tribe. My tribe knows me well enough that if I lead a prayer meeting it won't be inside the building. It will be outside under a huge oak tree on our property. I am also prone to prayer walk-abouts.  I have a beach fellowship and our patron saint is St. Sharks Tooth & St. Arbuck's. There is something about sharing some time on the beach with friends, listening to the waves, and soaking up some sun that builds friendships. I'm into relationship not religion.  I think most people like the fossil hunter I was talking to don't have a problem with the existence of God.  They just don't get some of the people that say they know Him. 

I guess because Easter is upon us I've been thinking  alot lately about Jesus living in a town on the Sea of Galilee. I bet He took tons of beach walks. I wonder what kind of shells He picked up? Probably calico scallops.  I wonder as He was looking up at the sky at night if He pointed out constellations to His friends.  "Look Guys, there's Orion.  See the 3 stars in the belt. Wait till you find out what that means." It was on the beach 40 years ago sitting under a star-filled sky that I had my first God encounter.  My heart was just suddenly overwhelmed  with the beauty of creation and somewhere deep inside myself I just knew that I knew that I knew.

 After 40 years I know enough about Theology to be dangerous. Over the years I've listened to preachers & teachers. My hobby is studying early Church history.   I've read all the latest books on how to know God till my head has been swimming in information. I always go back to that starry night on the beach 40 years ago.  My heart always knows God in a way my head can not.  It's pretty simple really. The famous Sermon on the Mount that Jesus taught in His huge outdoor cathedral on the side of a mountain overlooking the sea 2,000 years ago can be summed up in 4 words. Love God - Love people.  Works for me.

A sand dollar shell looks sort of like a round white coin, which is where it gets its name

The skeleton of a Crucifix Catfish
 Sciades proops 
(Valenciennes, 1840)
Scallop shell, stained glass, St Andrew's Church, Chelmondiston, Suffolk. The scallop shell is the symbol of St James the Great, one of the Twelve Apostles of Christ. Christian pilgrims in Jerusalem collected scallop shells as souvenirs.


  1. I absolutely love this post, Karen. It's all so simple really...I'm drawn to the beach for my God fix. I also love how you weave shells into your story :) Good job!

  2. Fabulous post and Im right there with you sister~The cathedral that God made, be it mountain top or seashore is the only church for me! Thank you for this post it was very touching~

  3. You knocked this post OUT OF THE PARK! Loved it. You said almost exactly what I feel in my heart. Nicely said my friend.

  4. Just being at the beach is a religious experience, not matter what time of the day!

    Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my deviled eggs!

  5. hello Karen ,

    i follow your blog for some weeks now and really love it , you write such great story`s and take beautiful pictures .
    it`s 1 of my favorite blogs .

    i have a little request for you , i started a big project for my daughter today and well i hope you can join this to , i made a blog about it : (so you can read about it) , because you write so great , maybe you can tell her about beaches in your country and send some information about beaches , shells and your city with the letter (it`s a letter project)and maybe a sharkteeth !!!!!! :)

    i hope you will join and make a child`s wish come true , it would be very great .
    hope to hear from you .

    greetings Roos


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