This morning I woke up and decided to take a walk on the beach. I began to pray and ask Daddy for revelation. What I got was a shell. Thanks, Papa.
This is my story of the shell that I wrote.
A shell: Beautifully Broken
First glance people see beauty. Even as I stand and look I notice how put together it is. The colors, the shape… It's beautiful. It isn't until I bend down to pick it up that I notice it's broken. Like so many of us. Like so many of us we are put together in others eyes. Others see us as beautiful and colorful. Many never even come to find the truth that we are beautifully broken. All it takes is for someone to stand longer and really look. To be curious and want to see more than what everyone else see's.
Look deeper, ask questions, and find those who are beautifully broken. They need some of Papa's love and you are the perfect one to give it to them.
