I read the sweetest book yesterday called Seashells it was short; more like a devotional. I got to thinking about the beach and walking on the beach for seashells. As the tide goes out, they are exposed and washed upon the shore. They are all different sizes and shapes some are all intact, some are chipped, cracked. Some are bright, and some are dull but they are all seashells, and each one has its purpose.
I thought about a seashell that was cracked and had some missing pieces, But the shell was still intact, and I realized that through all the tossing, crashing, the high tides, the low tides. The moments that it was swept into deep waters, the moments when it was passed over because it wasn’t what someone was looking for, or it wasn’t the color that someone needed. I realized through it all that the seashell was still a seashell. All of the imperfections, all the cracks, missing pieces could not change the fact that it was still a seashell. I am grateful that God did not allow the ocean to swallow it up completely or destroy it, but He has enabled the water and rocks and sand to mold the seashell and preserve it, even if it is just a shard of a shell; it is still a shell. No matter how broken or small it is, eventually it washes upon a beach. It might not be the prettiest, or rarest but it still was created with purpose and value. We might never understand the value or purpose until we get to the shore.
1 Corinthians 13:12 ESV
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
One day we will see crystal clear, and I know this
For in, our missing pieces and brokenness are what God has allowed so we could be among those seashells that are upon the shore to be collected. So that beautiful broken shells can eventually make it to the endless beach. I am choosing to be grateful for the flawed process to the coast. So, one day I can be collected by the hands that made this seashell on the celestial shore. We are all broken seashells, but one day we will be whole and glorious just like Jesus.
The broken parts that I thought were missing are replaced and filled in with Jesus grace and mercy. Jesus gathered me and is currently making me whole by binding the brokenness, holes, cracks, and writing in where my color has faded so I can reflect all of His glory.
One day I will be that perfect shell, but until that day I need to allow the tide, waves, current to move me where He needs me to be. Keep letting the water (the word of God) wash over you and take you where He wants! Never give up! I’m praying for you. Keep fighting the Good fight. Run the race with endurance, He knows.
Love your sister in Christ,
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