Every year we go to the beach to gather with friends and family. One of our favorite things is to look for shells. The shells that catch my eye are the broken pieces, like these. The ones broken so long and tumbled around in the ocean so much that their edges are smoothed out and rounded.
God notices the broken too. Broken ones like you and me. The ones with shattered dreams and splintered lives. Those of us wondering what’s next because everything we’ve known before is gone. The weary ones and sick ones and those of us asking what it’s all for. The ones of us with doubts and fears. Those with regrets and mistakes and failures stacked up high. Those of us on the edge of something new, but scared to take the leap.
He sees you. But more than that….He loves you.
Give Him your broken heart. All of it.
Your questions too. All of them.
He makes beautiful things out of broken ones.
I repurposed some of the broken shells we found to make a frame for one of our old beach pictures.
“My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise. ”
Psalm 51:17 NIV