One of the most memorable books I’ve ever read is Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s little volume, Gift from the Sea. In that classic, she wrote, “One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind; what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor . . . But it must not be sought for or, heaven forbid, dug for. No, no dredging of the sea bottom here. That would defeat one’s purpose. The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach-waiting for a gift from the sea.”
Periodically, throughout her life, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, wife of the famous aviator Charles Lindbergh, went to Sanibel Island off the Gulf coast of Florida, to rediscover “singleness of eye, purity of intention, [her] central core.” Always in the public eye, especially during the dreadful times when their child was kidnapped and later found murdered, this wise woman knew that everyone needs time alone, time to reflect, time to get in touch once again with the purpose of one’s existence. Her book is a timeless volume which, even more so today than when she wrote it in the 1950s, calls us to slow down and reconnect with our Source.
If you’ve never read Lindbergh’s book, I strongly recommend it. It’s filled with wisdom. And may God’s great ocean of mercy reward you today with many unexpected and beautiful treasures, gifts from his boundless sea of love.