I was determined to find my own sand dollar.
I mentally planned my walk to sand dollar beach when the tide was at its lowest then I started my trek.
I looked.
And I looked.
And I looked.
Everywhere I looked I saw people with bags full of sand dollars, but I had yet to find mine.
Then I prayed.
And I prayed.
And I prayed.
Surely God had a sand dollar for me.
I looked harder. I walked faster. I prayed louder.
I walked into tide. I walked away from the tide.
I squinted, then I strained.
I found other shells, plenty of them. But all I wanted was my very own sand dollar.
No matter where I looked or how hard I looked, there was no sand dollar for me.
Do you ever feel the same way about God?
When it comes to God, it seems like everyone else is walking around with a bag full of sand dollars.
They are smiling, and content, while you’re still looking for just one, simply one meager sand dollar to call your own.
It could be a dream you’ve been waiting on. It could be a prayer that’s worn out your knees. It could be a relationship you’ve been waiting for, or simply a verse to call your own.
Not a sand dollar somebody else gives you.
Not a sand dollar you buy in the store.
Not a conch, or a starfish, but your very own sand dollar story.
So you finally give up.
Or do you?
Just because you haven’t found your own sand dollar yet doesn’t mean it’s not there.
My walk was just about done.
I didn’t find my sand dollar, but suddenly I looked up.
The beach was sparkling in its beauty, the sun was shining in its brightness, and I realized this:
Sometimes, sand dollars are simply for another day.
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