We’ve begun a new tradition of heading to the beach the first week of May. Seems to work well for our family. The boys (and on this trip their fiance’/girlfriends, too) are done with their semesters and this is the only quiet time before summer jobs begin. For my family, it’s before the whirlwind of caterings and gatherings begin for our business. I cherish this time to sit in a beach chair, have my feet in the sand and read a good book. Isn’t that the epitome of a summer vacay?
Because we go so early in the season, there isn’t a lot of traffic on the beach. Makes for great walks, morning, noon and night. Recent storms had really churned up the ocean and interesting things were making their way ashore. We found starfish and an abundance of seashells. But for every seashell that was perfect, there was thousands that weren’t. We’d bend down to pick one up only to discover it had some type of flaw. Some blemish. Something that made you want to throw it back because it wasn’t perfect.
I realized the obvious while on this trip…. ~I~ am a broken seashell. I have blemishes. I have imperfections. I have history in my life that makes me shake my head trying to make the memories vanish. I have flaws. Yet, He picks me up from the sand, holds me in the palm of His hands and cherishes me. He sees the brokenness as beautiful. He sees my flaws and loves me beyond my imagination. What have I done to earn the adoration of my Creator?
I am a broken seashell lying on the seashore yet He treasures me.
It is amazing to think about. How marvelous is Your workmanship….and how well I know it!