If you haven’t figured it out by now…I am secretly a “beach bum wannabe”. Sanibel Island, FL is our beach of choice.
Unfortunately, I may have been the only one in my present geographical area even aware of this special day…so I had to walk around the house and admire my vast collection of seashells….and remember…as I “shellabrated” on my own!
Walking up and down the seashore is a stroll in paradise for those of us who collect shells.
There are some beaches that are better than others, but one can always finds shells of some kind. It indeed becomes a treasure hunt of sorts.
When my husband and children would see them, we would pick them up and examine them. If that shell was whole, we would place it in our collector bag. If the shell was broken, we discarded it, finding no worth in keeping it.
One year I changed the routine. I started picking up the broken ones…and keeping them. The kids were not quite sure why I would do that until I shared some ideas with them. We could glue them on a wooden picture frame. Display the pieces in a basket or glass vase. Soon they were thinking of ways to use them.
I am so glad that that the Father did not discard me when He found me broken. I can see my Abba walking down the shore, picking up every shell and piece of shell. It doesn’t matter the shape, size or color. Each one is precious to Him. None are discarded. He gently picks them up and places them in his pocket to examine in greater detail later. Each one is special, each one will have a place.
Ah, the Father uses His creation to teach us so much! Seashells by the seashore! Some are broken, battered and in small pieces that don’t even appear have been part of a shell. And yet, we have been broken, battered and sometimes we are not recognizable. Still Father finds us…and let’s us know that we are of use. We are loved. He gently restores us and and loves us…just as we are……
So next time you are walking along that beach…pick up the shells and don’t forget the pieces.
IN CHRIST ALONE~
*NIV Bible, personal graphics