January 30, 2021: (Post #59)
(From Journal #8: February 24, 2007)
I’m at the beach with a group of ladies. One of my friends and her husband built a beautiful house right on the coast. After going through immunotherapy again, I’m so grateful to have this time away to just rest in You and fellowship with my friends.
This morning as I walked on the beach looking for shells, You taught me another life lesson. We, like the shells, are made by You. We were created to be whole and perfect, each beautiful in its own way – all shapes, sizes and colors. But life, bad choices, even things out of our control, beat us up and we can be broken. Even if only a tiny piece is on the beach, it’s still pretty to someone (You) who will pick it up and make something beautiful with it. It still has value and worth. What some will walk by, another will stop and gather. They see something in that broken shell that someone else doesn’t. Some shells even mold together, similar to how we get help and support from others.
Thank You for this revelation, Lord. I am always humbled by the size and power of the ocean and yet You created it and hold it in the palm of Your hand! How big is my God!
Isaiah 40:12: Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, measured heaven with a span and calculated the dust of the earth in a measure? Weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance?
Psalm 34:18: The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 51:17: The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.