When your heart is broken…

Nothing hurts quite like a broken heart. This always seemed a bit strange to me because a broken heart is not even a tangible thing. It’s strictly emotional. I broke my foot a few years back but didn’t know it was broken. I walked on it for 5 weeks before I finally broke down and had it checked out. It hurt. A LOT! Excruciating…But I’ve had broken hearts that have hurt a lot worse and a lot longer than that foot ever did. There isn’t a surgical procedure for that hurt. No pain pills. Nothing medically you can do. No doctor saying, “Four to six weeks of this treatment, and you’ll be right as rain.” What do you do when your heart is broken?

Broken seashells…

There are some things I just love about creation. I love to watch a good sunset. I like to get up before the sun and watch the sky change colors as it rises. I love to look up into a clear dark sky at night and see the stars and think of His promise to Abraham.

And I love seashells. The big ones. The tiny ones. All of them. They fascinate me. I have hundreds of them. One of my favorite things to do at the beach is to go down when the sun is barely up (and before all the other shellers get down there) and find treasure. Seashells.

My favorite shells are the broken ones. The ones that have been dashed against the rocks and coral and yet somehow made it to shore. And lucky for me, those are the ones that most people leave behind. Those are the ones that most people cast away. They want the whole ones. The ones that are pretty on the outside.