By: Brenda Wilkerson
As I searched for the perfect shell on the beach this morning, I suddenly realized a striking parallel to this crazy life and time in history we find ourselves in. Perfection. It simply doesn’t exist. This world throws us so many high standards we simply can never live up to. So I changed my narrow focus and began to search for the broken shells, the most beautiful jagged shells that are barely recognizable to their humble beginnings. I found a gold mine!
You see, these broken remnants that made it to the beach shore are weary warriors. They have been rolled, beaten, pushed, pulled, and pummeled. Wave after never-ending wave at the finish line is the worst challenge as the swells push and pull just a few feet from the still quiet sands of the beach. I see me in these shell pieces. I’ve been through a lot, my edges are worn down and have gaping holes here and there. That doesn’t make me any less of a shell. A broken shell is still… a shell.
As I searched for the perfect broken shell, I began to scoff at the ones I found complete. Well, that wasn’t the right attitude either as I felt the Lord say, “You are complete and whole through Me.”
I feel a new peace here. A fresh assurance within me as I proudly claim the title of Broken Warrior, complete through Him. Thank you Lord for your reminders EVERYwhere of your endless love and acceptance of us exactly where we are.
~Brenda Wilkerson
