I’ve always been drawn to the shells that I see washed up on shore. It used to be the ones with perfect shape or smooth, shiny surfaces that attracted me. This is no longer the case.
Instead, I now reach for the ones that are unique because of their flaws. The broken ones allow me to see the intricate design within. The gnarled surface of others shows that they have experienced hardship as they’ve been buffeted by the sand and the sea.
It is these imperfections that make them unique. The scars are where their beauty comes from.
I like to think this is how God looks at me. He doesn’t expect me to be perfect. The scars and brokenness have been formed by experiences in my life. They are what make me unique.
Everything I go through can be used by him. Nothing is wasted. In God’s loving care my imperfections are turned into something beautiful that can be used to show his love and grace to others. What he does for one, he can do for each of us.
and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. (Isaiah 61:3 NIV)
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Thanks so much for this blog Tandy. It reminds of the song ‘Something beautiful, something good. He took my damaged ashes from the past and made something beautiful of my life.
Thank you for your encouraging words. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. Blessings to you.
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