Looking at the bowl of broken shells on my coffee table, I wonder. Have you ever watched children at the beach picking up shells? Every plain, ordinary, broken seashell is cherished and goes into their sand bucket. Each one is special and beautiful in their eyes.
As people grow older, their taste matures and becomes more sophisticated. Seashells should be perfect and unblemished to make their way into an adult's collection. No broken shell will do. Those plain, ordinary, broken shells have been tossed about a bit; been through some storms. They've lost their beauty, luster, and usefulness.
I think God views you and me as "broken shells". Even though our lives are sinful and imperfect; our spirits broken and scarred by the storms of life, God loves us anyway. He is willing to take our broken lives and make them "new". It's a free gift...just for the asking.
II Corinthians 5:17 says, "Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come." NASB
Lord, may I never become so sophisticated that I don't still find beauty in broken shells...or broken people. I'm so thankful that You love both?
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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