Bubbles and Beaches

My three year old Cale taught himself how to blow bubbles with his bubble gum.  He was riding on the motorcycle on a long ride with Garth and by the time the ride was over, he had mastered the art of bubbles.  I remember trying to learn that.  It was hard.  And I was much older-at least 8- when I figured it out.

Ever since we went to the beach last weekend, I have been thinking about something.  Imagine a pristine beach with beautiful, clear crystal blue water and miles of soft, white sand.  Imagine that the waves are crashing gently onto the shore as birds fly overhead and dolphins dive out in the distance.  Wouldn’t a place like that just refresh your soul?

I think that is how God felt when He made us.  We can bring Him so much joy.

Yet, what do we do?  We mess up.  We have snotty attitudes or we are impatient, or have bad thoughts or hold grudges.

Maybe some of us watch things we shouldn’t or read trashy books, whatever it is, we are polluting the “beach”.  Just like this beach that we went to, Base G.  The Indonesians have polluted it so badly that we will never go back.

I bet you look at that and think, “Oh, no!  What a waste!  How sad!”  Well, what about what we are doing to our lives when we continue in sin?  We are wasting it, and IT IS SO SAD!  What must God think?  How must He feel looking at us?  I know He always looks at us in Love-such immense love that we can’t even imagine.  He doesn’t love us any less when we mess up and more when we are doing good.  But still, He didn’t create us to walk around on Earth trashing our “beach.”

He wants us to be a beautiful reflection of Him.

Love you-

Rachel