As we were strolling along the beach, earlier than humans should be allowed to be strolling, and looking for shells and treasures, Sweetgirl kept stopping to pick up “shells” like this:
At least they’re vibrantly colored, right?
Ahab and I kept telling her that she should be looking for shells like this:
The ones with holes are perfect for stringing necklaces, right?
You know. Perfect shells.
Because, all of us adults seem to have this need for perfection.
Or, maybe just the pursuit of perfection.
And there’s that theme again. When, Lord? When will I learn this lesson once and finally?
But, God doesn’t want perfection from us.
Perfection began and ended in His Son, Jesus Christ.
I just need to follow hard after Jesus.
And for every time I stumble, I need only look up at The Hand that is offered to get back up.
Maybe, I need to see myself as one of those broken shell pieces.
I should also try to remember that I am already precious to Someone exactly as I am.
Just as those broken bits are to my Little Bit.
Although I would have preferred an earlier start to this lesson in my life, I’m ever so thankful for it.
And, I thank God that He is providing opportunities to teach her this lesson much earlier in her own life.
I’m also hopeful that this lesson sticks with her as she navigates life amidst All The Broken.
Oh, yes indeedy!
Wow!! My very last stroll on the Long Island beach that I spent so many summers at, all I picked up were broken pieces just like your sweet girl did. I placed them in a cactus plant for a few years, but I think I will look for a VERY special jar to put them in and keep them displayed on my kitchen windowsill…as a reminder how God’s broken bits ARE beautiful. Thank you, my friend, for this sweet post!!
This? This is lovely. Thank you for the reminder, Friend!
I love your heart!