beauty in brokeness

our last full day here at the beach,

and this morning was cold and gray, but dry

so down the beach I headed

bucket in hand

but the search today was not for "the perfect shells"

instead,

my purpose was to look for beauty in brokenness

one thing that is becoming abundantly clear 

or perhaps more accurately, 

one thing that I am more willing to acknowledge

is that life is full of less than perfect

broken people/events/situations

with intermittent moments

that we term "perfect"

it did not take long to totally fill my bucket 

I don't think it is coincidence 

that today I found larger, whole shells 

alongside the broken ones

(some only because I bent over to pick up a fragment)

my plan is to make something to display today's finds

as a reminder to appreciate the beauty in brokenness

and to enjoy "perfect" moments

but not live for them

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay, 

to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us."

2 Corinthians 4:7