Musings

Other than a lone seagull, the beach was virtually empty this morning as I searched for fresh offerings from the sea. In one ear, I listened to my inspirational playlist. The other ear was tuned to the therapeutic sounds of waves crashing to the shore and rushing back again.

With each step I took, I thanked God for his goodness to me. I asked him to increase my faith and give me grace to trust him with all my tomorrows. In my helplessness, he is able. In my weakness, he is strong. Just as he provides sustenance for the little seagull, waiting patiently at the shore, he is aware of all that concerns me, and nothing is too hard for him to do.

Happy Tuesday evening, y'all. My search for black and gray treasures this morning was quite a success!