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The Little Gray Sea Shell
Life began for this tiny speck in the warm gulf waters. Its birth passed almost unnoticed except in God's great book of life, but this tiny speck was destined to have a special place in our world. And as the years passed, it grew and built it's special home and made its life along the floor of the great gulf bay. The number of its days and years is not important, only that one day it passed, leaving it's tiny gray shell behind on the sea floor. Surely there is a great reward for those tiny creatures that spend their entire lives creating shells - which sometimes hold such precious memories for us. And one day it washed to the Aransas shore and lay there in the surf, waiting. It had come across time and space to be there in the special moment as we walked on the beach - that August day. And as I paused and picked it up and gave it to you, it's purpose for existence was fulfilled, for it became my special gift to you. It lay in your hand, sandy and gray, and your smile blessed it and your love touched it as you held it gently and studied it's facets. And so this one special little shell that had started life so humbly somewhere in the deep, now was precious beyond compare, because you took it home with you, a reminder of that golden moment on that special beach. But there was something I didn't tell you that day, the shell holds a magic - a magic that binds us. For you see, each time you hold it tightly in your hand, and close your eyes - we'll be together again, just the shell, we and the sea
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