Thursday, May 7, 2009

On the Beach

A story about something Sara saw

Sara and her little brother were trying to walk fast through the heaps of sand on the beach, making their way to the ocean. They stop for a minute to rest and listen to the roar of the sea. "What's that I see?" asked Sara's brother. Sara squinted her eyes and shaded them with her hand. In the distance she saw two girls- one was writing something in the sand, and the other was bringing buckets of wet sand and dumping them around the writing. 

"Well, let's walk a little slower. We don't want them to think that we are intruding," Sara warned her brother. And so they sauntered slowly in the direction of the girls. As they got closer, they heard the girls laughing innocently. The wind carried their voices to Sara's ear. The two girls had tied their jackets around their waists, and they were holding their shoes. 

As Sara drew closer to the scene, the girls suddenly finished their work and left. They passed Sara, still laughing. Their cheeks were all rosy and they looked very happy. Sara looked back after them after they had passed, only to see that they were also looking back at her!

Finally she and her brother came to the place where the girls had been playing. They had fashioned a very large heart with piles of wet sand.  Inside the heart, in old-fashioned handwriting, was written the scripture, "The just shall live by faith. Hebrews 10:38"

Sara was awestruck. What a fine way to spend an afternoon at the beach! And what an inspiring message for some idle walker to happen upon- it certainly gave her something to think about. "Come on, brother, let's go and tell Mamma about it." Sara took him by the hand and they marched confidently towards her parents, who were gathering driftwood nearby. Little did she know that the phrase she just read would also give her mother something to think about for a long, long time. 

Sara was remarkably cheerful on the way home, thinking over the events on the beach. In her mind's eye, she still saw the two girls sauntering past her, looking windblown and carefree, and she could still hear her laughter in the wind.
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