I was once an oyster. I lived in the ocean. My mouth hung open all the time. I would swallow up all sorts of little critters that swam my way. Once, I got a piece of sand stuck in my gullet and I made a pearl. I loved being an oyster.
Then one day, I was scooped up, pulled out of my home and thrown into a box with a lot of my other oyster friends. I got cracked open, and someone ate my guts.
Now I am simply a shell of my former self.
And so, my shell was thrown out in the trash. Or was it? Actually it was rescued by a lady who uses oyster shells [bones] to make Christmas ornaments. I was dried out and given to a lovely handyman [Jeff Brinkman] who drilled a hole at the top of my shell for a ribbon. This year, I will be an ornament on someone's Christmas tree.
I liked being in the ocean and eating things that swam by, but I also like being a part of the Christmas story. I guess the moral of this story is this: to every end there is a beginning. Something may end, but new things can come to be. Not all change is bad.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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I am leading a trip to Ireland October 15-24, 2024.
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If you have questions, feel free to email me at jsbrink57@gmail.com
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