Three Abalone Shells

27 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

This morning, I was on the back porch doing a gentle exercise when our handy-man George*came to mulch some flower beds in the back yard. He walked up to the porch screen and stood looking at the shelf that goes around the inside of the porch.

 “While I’m thinking about it, would you consider giving me one of them abalone shells?” he said, “I see you’d have two more left.” 

While it sounded like a reasonable request, my heart sank. Suddenly I knew I couldn’t give up even one of my beautiful abalone shells. Some time ago, I gave George a few unusual rocks my rockhound parents had found. I believe in giving things to most people who ask, but the force of sadness that hit me shocked me. Another factor in my feeling of guilt was that George works under several handicaps to make our yard look trimmed and beautiful.  He can’t read or write, and he has no nose because smoking and cancer took it. He’s getting a new one someday, or so the doctors say. He has an ex-wife, and two grown daughters and he does his best to help look after them

George voiced understanding about my sentimentality; still, I felt selfish. But then, I thought about all the hard work Dad put into climbing down into the cold water of the Pacific Ocean to pry abalone off the rocks with a crowbar. Then I thought about my brother’s son, who one day went out for abalones with some good buddies, got caught in a riptide and drowned. These three shells are beautiful, and they remind me of my father and my nephew in a subtle way, and for some reason, they give me peace. 

  But when I told Bill my dilemma, he informed me that all George told him he wanted to saw up the shell and possibly make jewelry from it.   Well, I’ll tell you that was one time when I was glad about saying no.  It was a blessed time when the enemy had to flee from me. Here’s how you tell the difference between a thought from God or an idea planted by the devil. If it comes from fear and condemnation, it’s the devil. If it’s God talking, we feel convicted, healed, and cleansed. 

We’re helping a bit to pass out free food from ranches and farms. As bad as I had momentarily felt about refusing George the abalone shell, I now knew that we had a big box of mixed fruits and vegetables to give him from the farms that donate them. Food is better than empty shells or jewelry any day. But that’s another story altogether. 

*Name changed

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

2 Responses to “Three Abalone Shells”

  1. Onisha Ellis August 4, 2020 at 10:48 pm #

    I agree, farm fresh food are better than abalone shells for George. Memories of our parents are treasures.


  2. divoran09 July 27, 2020 at 10:51 am #

    Onisha, thanks for making such a beautiful display of the shells.

    Liked by 1 person

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