I wouldn’t have picked up these shells if I had seen them myself. Scarlett was overjoyed to find them. They’re all broken and hold no value. As she picked them up with excitement, I couldn’t help but to think that there are a lot of people that would have passed me by because I was broken and didn’t hold a lot of value. Some even that did. I’m thankful this weekend for a savior that didn’t pass me by because of my togetherness or my worth. I’m thankful for a daughter that still sees beauty in broken shells and still picks up “flowers” that we consider weeds. I dread the day that she sees the rain as an inconvenience and not an opportunity to jump in muddy puddles. Brokenness is beautiful and can be a beautiful place to be as you allow the lord to work in your vulnerability to make you whole again.
Love, faith, and dry shampoo! 