Friends, I was blessed to be able to spend a week on Sanibel Island, hoping to give my brain and my mind some rest from all that is going on in the world. I was talking to my friend Lana this morning and I was telling her how much I enjoyed looking at the pictures she was posting from the island, since I could not stay for a 2nd week there. One was a picture of sea shells, and she started telling me how she thought we were all like sea shells. Different colors, shapes, sizes, some shiny and some not. You get the point. So my friend, Lana, I am going to expand on our conversation and I thank you for your inspiration and the beauty of your soul!
All of these shells you see came onto shore at different times, or maybe the same time. Some may have come onto shore unbroken, some came to shore broken. The ones unbroken will soon become broken, either through nature or humans stepping on them. Or they may get buried. Some are embedded in the sand, some are not. The ones not embedded in the sand are probably upside down, or they are laying on shells that are embedded in the sand. There are shells that are tangled in sea weed that will remain there until the tide takes them out again, to free them. If you look closely you will see that every single shell possesses a beauty of its own. Every single one.
We are all broken in one way or another at some point in our lives, are we not? When we are not broken, how do we look upon those that are? The beauty of the picture below is actually because of the differences we see in the colors, sizes, shapes, brokenness, and placement in where they are on or in the sand.
There have been mornings I’ve walked the beach and seen thousands of shells that were washed to shore.Even though they are interesting, the lack of difference in the shells make them kind of boring. So, take a look below. Enjoy how the differences compose the beauty of what you see.
Finding my Voice 