Sanddollars, seashells, camp

My son called to say hello, yesterday. He had just come in from the beach. He explained that he had swam out to the sandbar and dived for sanddollars and seashells. I could tell he was proud of his accomplishment. He said his friends were amazed that those things could be found. I told him I couldn't wait to see them and was so glad he was having a good time. My husband taught him how to do this many years ago. I bought goggles for them to use. He takes them out to the sandbar and they dive down as deep as 15 feet sometimes. They use their hands to feel and grab the treasures below. Place them in their pockets and swim to shore to rest. I am not there watching from the shore this time. I can't look for his head to bob up after each dive. I can't wonder if they are going too far out. I have to live on trust and faith this week. I trust he was taught by his dad about strenght, breath, currents. I trust he knows not to go too far. I trust in him knowing how much he means to our family. I put my faith in action, claim the promises, stand on the true foundation, and know what I believe. My son may share his goggles, show someone how to ride a wave, or dive down to the treasures. He may teach a friend about the ocean because his dad took the time to swim out and teach. Young people will watch us, parents, they will learn from our example. They will test what we say and do. Be real, honest, informative, and tread the water with them until we can watch from the shore and listen on the phone.