The Dawntreaders are enjoying a nice week at the beach in South Carolina. Mrs. D and I went for an early morning stroll along the beach. We greeted the pelicans and said good morning to the waves.
As we were walking we came across a piece of broken glass. I thought of my mom.
My mother collects sea glass. Sea glass is broken glass that has been worn smooth by the relentless pounding of the ocean. Sea glass is quite beautiful to look at. It is also smooth and soft to the touch. The sharp edges are gone. The sand, waves, and time have eroded all of the edginess away. Sea glass no longer cuts those who step on it. Instead, it is a work of art.
Holding that sea glass in my hand got me introspecting.
I see myself as sea glass in its early stages. I still have sharp edges. In my brokenness, I cut and wound others.
Praise God that He transforms souls just like He transforms sea glass. He uses the painful circumstances of life to turn shards and brokenness into a beautiful work of art
My soul has taken a pounding this year. I have felt the fury of the heavy surf. But, I have the hope of knowing that the same God who holds the oceans in his hand holds my life in His hand. I have seen what he can do with glass. Imagine what a transformed life looks like.
That thought gave me hope. I smiled and pocketed my new prize possession. Mrs. D gave me a quizzical look.
"Why are you keeping that piece of glass?" she asked.
"It reminds me why I have hope", I replied.
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