The beach was covered in shells, some whole, but many broken. As I walked along the beach I picked up all the whole shells, and left the broken one’s behind. Sitting on the shell covered sand I began to feel sad for the broken shells. I thought those broken shells are just like me and are being left behind stranded to be walked on and brought to their ultimate end. Much like the broken shells which are tossed out and left behind, I was faced with the daunting task of weathering many storms in my own life. I have felt alone left behind and stranded for most of my young adult life.
As I sat there God spoke to me and said those broken shells are blessed just as you are. Yes! It made sense now. The Lord never uses us to his greatest extent until he brings us to the end of our selves. The shells ending would see them crushed and turned into sand. God’s ultimate purpose and destiny was being fulfilled, in those shells just as it was in me. Beautifully broken were the words that rang out in my heart. I saw the gift of brokenness in those shells and myself that day.
