Yesterday, I made the analogy of our grief being like the waves on a beach.  Some of them are so powerful they threaten to drown us, but it is God, our Friends and Family who are our rocks that we cling to and who prevent us from getting washed out to sea.  I mentioned that as early as “Day 3” of this we began noticing little “treasures” of sea shells and coins, messages in bottles getting washed …up on the shore (others noticing the strength of our faith, renewed friendships, shared words of condolense to others about unrelated situations, strengthening of an already strong marriage).  Then today, I stumble upon this article in the Facebook Newsfeed which was posted by an old friend.  Can you imagine the chills I got when I read the last line of the first paragraph, “It is incredible to think when you are walking on the beach you are standing on these tiny treasures” — These TREASURES I can’t even see with my own eyes.  Thank you Roy W. Jones.  (and I guess let’s not forget that it IS the waves that CREATE these microscopic treasures.)  I’m amazed.

Here is the article:  Beauty in Every Grain