during my walk, I saw so many pieces of broken shells.
at first, they didn't catch my eyes
then when I saw them one after another,
and a scarred rock,
even a half of a sand dollar,
I knew there's an invitation.
I realized when I walk
I only give my attention to something whole and beautiful to keep--
shells with perfect shapes and pretty colors
and I realized that in life we do the same--
we look for something whole and beautiful to keep
and rarely find beauty in brokenness.
Then I remembered the times I felt broken
and how I was held by God,
and in God's presence,
how I, as imperfect as I was, found wholeness,
and how I still felt loved by God.
and I learned that God is inviting me
to hold the brokenness in the world
the same way God does.
so when I saw another broken shell,
I held it dearly knowing it's
broken, yet beautiful as it is.
