There’s a special patch of sand called Glass Beach on the east side of Kodiak Island, Alaska where hundreds, if not thousands, of colorful bits of glass temporarily rest among pebbles and shreds of kelp. Whenever I visit Glass Beach I carry a Ziploc bag in my coat pocket to hold my finds. Best of all, I enjoy walking the beach, just above the tideline, in search of wave-polished shards of blue, green, brown or red glass. It’s a slow, meandering meditation–a focused, but calming treasure hunt.
On this day, I was thinking of my sister Mara, who lives north of Seattle, Washington. She loves to search for beach glass too, and whenever I visit, we go for beach walks together. We don’t say much, just look for those special bits of rainbows in the sand.
I knew Mara had recently gone through some tough times. I prayed, “Dear Father, in my search today, please let me find something special for my sister.” I sent my request ‘out there’ and surrendered, unattached, to the outcome.
A few minutes passed and I reached the end of the beach where a rock wall rises out of the sand to meet a tree-topped cliff. As I turned around to head in the other direction a little voice said, “Stop. Look out toward the waves.”
I did so, and to my amazement, a small, blue marble, nudged along by a wave, rolled toward me on the sand and stopped to rest right at my feet. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Indeed, “With God all things are possible.” [Mark 10:27] but that day I also learned that He has a sense of humor.