In April of 2010, My family and I were spending a long awaited weekend at Myrtle beach, SC which was only 4 hours away from our home near Charlotte. After settling in to our room we all headed out to the beach. As we walked to the beach I asked God a simple question, nothing major that had any life impact, just a small request, “I want to find a sharks tooth, would you help me?” The family and I proceeded to the beach where we set up for an afternoon of games and surf. After a while I took a stroll searching through the white shells and sand hoping to find my hidden treasure a sharks tooth. Some time had passed and still no tooth just a lot of shells posing as teeth. This process lasted throughout the weekend with no tooth and a little disappointment. After all it was not like I was asking for a winning lottery number, I just wanted to hear His voice and direction.
As we were preparing to leave the beach for the last time, I heard His voice, “next time.” Next time, not really the answer I wanted to hear, but it was His voice. That small knowing that goes beyond are own self talk.
May roles around and we were given a gift for us to go back to the beach before we moved to Minneapolis. We eagerly prepared and when the weekend came we headed out. I had forgotten about the sharks tooth, my mind was on something else, God. Being grateful for many things God had done for me, when I saw the ocean my mind became consumed with the vastness of God’s love and power. As the family and I walked to the beach, I remember touching the sand and my mind jumped back to the word, “Next Time.” We set up our spot on the beach and I went with the kids down to the water. As they played in the surf, I stood looking out at the ocean thinking again about the goodness of God. At that moment, I looked to my left and saw a family handing my kids something. Being a responsible parent and seeing a stranger handing my small children an item I quickly, but politely went to investigate. To my amazement they were giving my kids sharks teeth that they had found on the beach. My son being a little shy said no, so they offered it to me which I eagerly accepted. Then I discovered my problem. God was not holding out on me during the last trip, I had a perception problem. The problem was I was looking for white teeth, but the teeth here are from sharks that died and the teeth that float up are black.
Once this new bit of information was given, I was back on the hunt with new directions. Within a few minutes, no exaggeration, I looked down at a pile of black color rocks and sitting on top of the pile was a black sharks tooth. “Unbelievable, this just can not be!” I thought. A few minutes later another one. I was going crazy inside, this was not about finding something, but being directed by God Himself. It was time to leave the beach and we packed up to head back to the hotel. I am still in awe of how good God is and how awesome to be directed in something that mattered to no one except me. While walking off the beach, I muttered one last prayer, “One more for the road?”, as we prepared to leave the sand and step on to the boardwalk, my eye caught something next to the path, Another tooth! A powerful soberness came over me and the impression that this did not just matter to me, but it mattered to Him.
The moral of the story is not just God’s desire for our fellowship, but how are perspective of Him or circumstances around us affect the answers we are longing to discover. This New Year stop and ask God to give you a fresh perspective on your relationship with Him. I believe you will find His intentions and plans for you a lot better then you have perceived.
