Week of the Shark

Beyond all we could ever ask or even imagine!

I love Ephesians 3:20! It might as well be my life verse.

My wife, Michelle, even had it engraved on the inside of my wedding band.

Here it is in context:

“And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

20Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.”

I wonder, does this apply to any area of life?

How about the seemingly insignificant, temporal, fun, things of life that surely are not ‘world-changers’ in any sense?

Oh, never mind, let me just get right to it. I think it does and last week God proved it.

You see, every year we (The Singletons) take a family vacation to Litchfield Beach. We stay right on the beach and practically live in the water. It’s the highlight of the year for us. And every year we try to find a shark’s tooth.

Yes, a shark’s tooth—the ever illusive chompers of one of man’s deadliest enemies. We comb the beach from Litchfield to Rio, Brazil (or so it seems) and without managing to find one. And what never fails to make matters worse is all the little old ladies we pass during our search who seem to find them at will!

Rob: “Excuse me, did you find anything interesting?”

Ninety year old lady who can barely walk and has bifocals as thick as coke bottles: “HUH?! Speak up, Sonny, I can’t hear you from all the way over there! What did you say?! ”

Rob, from less then 10 inches away: “Sorry. I said, ‘Excuse me,’ did you find anything interesting?”

Ninety year old lady who can barely walk and has bifocals as thick as coke bottles on: “Oh, why didn’t you just speak up in the first place? Not much,” (she rambles through her makeshift shell carrier) some mildly interesting shells and a bunch of useless shark’s teeth. These things are more plentiful than the sand around here…”

And so it goes. But me? No way. I was convinced after a couple seasons of being blanked that whatever I picked up—even if it WAS a shark’s tooth was magically transformed back into a rock or something the moment I looked too closely at it.

That is until THIS year.

This year’s beach trip was all about the sharks—from shore fishing to shark’s teeth hunting—it was a plentiful bounty!

For most.

The winner?

Nathan. Guess how many he found?

144!

Yes, you read that right! ONE HUNDRED and FORTY-FOUR shark’s teeth!!!

All total (the Singletons and the Watkins families) the take was close to 300!

And my take?

Drum role please (dadalut, dadalut)…

ZERO!

ZIP!

ZILCH!

NADA!

And I tried! I really did! Not hard, mind you. I figured if the seas were yielding up that many then all I needed to do was look down every now and then and I would be sure to end the week with at least ten or twelve of the sharp little black treasures.

Nope.

But Nathan prayed that this would be his year. And God pulled an Ephesians 3:20 on us all (with a little humor thrown in when it came to me).

God is so good!

Here are some pictures from, “The Week of the Shark!” Enjoy.

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Yes, Bear went with us!

Since Bear got to go — so did Juliana’s dog, Paws.