August is the month of my birth.  Yup – I was an ‘August baby’.  Nearly every birthday after I was a grown up, my mother would tell me, ‘how I suffered with you’ (giving birth)!  I’m thinking that it was one of those terribly hot August dawg-days – and I’m sure with no air conditioning, it was brutal.  But really, Mum?!  She would say, though, that I was ‘awfully cute’.  I’ll take that.

God bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with the light from above

Because of a series of overwhelming challenges this past month – and truly being too mentally exhausted to write something original, I have decided to include this writing by Bernadette Noll.  The subject of ‘sea glass’ is very near and dear to my heart.  I have a tall bottle of it right full from when my sons were young and we would spend the day on the rocks in Red Beach, Maine looking for the glass.  I cherish that bottle of glass.  It brings back such sweet and precious memories every time I look at it.  The writing below says everything I would want to say if I had ever thought to write an article on ‘sea glass’.  When I read it, I address it to my Creator – praising Him for fearfully and wonderfully making me – for smoothing (refining) me but not breaking me.

‘For My people have forgotten Me, they burn incense to worthless gods and they have stumbled from their ways, from the ancient paths, to walk in bypaths, not on a highway, Like an east wind I will scatter them before the enemy;  I will show them My back and not My face in the day of their calamity.’   – Jeremiah 18:15,17

tad:  a small amount of something.  That’s the dictionary’s definition of the word ‘tad’.  But this is not the ‘tad’ I am writing about.

Several years ago, I taught music at one of the large inner-city high schools in Providence, RI.  Two doors down from my room, was the art room.  I was friends with the art teacher, and every once in awhile on my planning period, I would stick my head in his door to see what medium the students were working on.  On this one particular day, he was teaching pottery – and asked if I wanted to join the class.  I would have loved to have taken the class for the whole term, but was happy to be involved at least that day.  My take-away from that class, for one thing, was how I could make whatever I wanted out of that lump of clay, and even remold and reshape it.   It reminded me of the Master Potter – Whom I tend to want to become at times – forgetting that I am just the lump of clay and that whatever He wants to make of me, and however He wants to shape me is always going to be for my best.  His only interest is of me.

It seems as if every year during the month of February, our minds think – ‘love’!  Pretty natural with it’s containing the most romantic holiday of the year – Valentine’s Day.  But there are several different types of love.  I want to just briefly share four of them with you, and then give you an example of one that I experienced at one time.

“The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses His people with peace.”  – Psalm 29.11

God’s plan for us – is peace.  At times, reality – is depression. Or fear. Confusion. Hopelessness. Guilt.  Non-clarity of thought.  Prolonged or severe emotional stress.  Uselessness or no purpose in life.  Physical illness, bringing on much of what has just been mentioned.  Add your own ‘opposite of peace’.  From time to time, I struggle with depression which can bring a plethora of those symptoms or feelings with it. I know that for every problem, there is a root problem.  Therein lies my problem.  I can never seem to figure out what the root is.

Several years ago when my three boys were young, we were invited to attend a presentation of a Christmas Cantata at my aunt and uncle’s church.  I was also asked to play Christmas music on the piano before and after the service, and for the offertory.  The church was about an hour and a half drive from where we lived in Massachusetts.  All the way there, whiter-than-white snow just glistened under the moon’s light, the street lights, and lights from businesses in more highly populated areas.  We experienced the ‘beauty of God’s earth’ in just getting to our destination.

  Part I

I remember being five years old and watching our church burn flat on the crossroads of Routes 1 and 6 in the backwoods of Maine.  An oil truck had stopped on the corner, and for whatever reason, exploded.  It was miraculous that no one, not even the driver was harmed, but our church was ablaze in seconds – gone.  I heard later that as devastating as it was to see this happen, that it probably was divine intervention from God.  The older men said that the church was so old that it was a real possibility that it could have collapsed on its own, and if it had happened on a Sunday, taken lives with it.  That was one of my earliest lessons in trusting God in all things.