My latest art project using sea shells I collected as a girl. When I was little, my parents would pack up the station wagon the day after the last day of school and move the family to the beach for the summer. Those were the days before video, cable TV, and smart phones, which left me and and my sisters little to do other than read countless books and roam the beach, scouring for sea shells. These shells were like treasure to me, as lovely as precious stones. Over the years, I've had dreams about gorgeous, gleaming conch shells piled as high as mountains, an endless supply of treasure for the taking. I know now that this was God's way of communicating the truth about all the blessings He has given me in Christ Jesus.
My vast collection of shells have remained in a bucket for many years, so I got the idea to decorate a cross using them in a decorative fashion as a piece of art. I like the message of using dead things on an instrument used for death, and then arranging them in a way that brings beauty, hope and life. Oh, and at the bottom, is an ocean scene that reminds me of my long, slow summers at the beach.
This cross stands over the mantle for now, replacing a much smaller cross that stood there for over ten years. A prophetic message to me -- the cross keeps getting bigger in my life.
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