MY DIAMOND SHORE

On holiday up at Urquhart’s Bay, Whangarei Heads it has been an extremely beautiful but truly wild day. I had decided earlier in the day that before we headed home I wanted to collect some sand and shells from Smuggler’s Cove to use in some artwork

My back pain was pretty intense and the wind was blowing a gale but with iron clad determination I decided I was heading over there. Before even leaving the property I realised that I was going to need one of Darryn’s (my brother-in-law) tramping sticks and by golly I was glad I went back and got it, along with a rain coat to wear as a windbreaker.

Going over and up the steep hill, I was walking into the most intense headwind that I think I’ve ever experienced. At times I felt as thought my forward steps actually weren’t moving me forward at all. I had to use the tramping stick to pull myself up the hill with every step. When I reached the highest point of the saddle the full belt of wind really hit me head on and to my disbelief, as Smuggler’s Cove’ is usually such still water, there was small surf over there.

Once I had descended to just above the boardwalk a lot of the golden sand was blowing in my face - it was no problem but showed just how intense the wind was. But what there was to behold left me utterly speechless. It was as though the beach was covered in diamonds all sparkling at me, I have never seen such beauty! My personal treasure, a blessing from God just for me – and a whole beach of it! How glorious!

In collecting the sand I ended up having to sit on the beach as the wind was too strong to bend over in. I gathered some beautiful shells and was once again in awe of God as I noticed that it was as though each shell had a different, stunning work of art on it.

Seeing this reminded me of something my tent leader at Ponui Island Christian camp in 1991 had said to our tent group. She got each of us to collect two shells and then to bring them all together. When we did she got us to put them on the ground in the middle of us. She then told us to look at the beautiful details on each shell, and then pointed out how in their beauty they were all completely different to all of the other shells.  She then went on to say how God had created each of us very differently and yet very beautifully and that we need not try to be like the other ‘shells’ as we were all examples of God’s beauty in creation. That wee chat on the beach at Ponui Island has stuck with me all these years.

Back at Smuggler’s Cove I tied my bag of sand and shells onto my walking belt and headed home praising God for his beauty in creation.

I felt as though I was being nudged and ‘encouraged’ by the wind the whole way home, and couldn’t help but smile all the way and share with the tourists heading over there what they were going to see – I was just buzzing!

Now, hours later, I can’t help but see it as a metaphor for life. Sometimes we feel as though we are walking uphill against a fierce headwind and it seems impossible to reach the summit.  However, all that we need do in those times is put one foot in front of the other, locking into God for the strength in His steadying love, and continuing. Little do we know the absolute beauty that we will see when we have come down from the mountain and are once again on level ground.

Truly there is the most extreme beauty to be found in the stunning simplicity of creation.