Today we went to the beach for the first time in a couple weeks. I dare to say I’ve actually missed it.
There is something about the ocean that has a way of making you feel so small, it does me anyways. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s so big and just about everything in it could eat me. I’m not bragging or anything but I’m somewhat of an expert, I’ve been watching shark week for years lol!
Sharks aside the ocean its self is powerful enough on it’s own to be intimidating and looking out it seems to never end.
I get the same feeling looking out at the stars. Me and the kids just read a book about the planets. I still find space so fascinating and its mind blowing if you really think about it. The exact placement of Earth, had it been just a little closer be too hot, or a little further too cold. God knew exactly where it needed to be. Yet I tend to worry about such insignificant things. I mean come on the same God that strategically placed every planet exactly where it needs to be, calls every star by its name. Might I just add just in our Milky Way Galaxy there is about 150 billion stars born every year, that’s 400 million per day, 4800 per second, and He calls them by name! I have trouble getting my own kids names right and there is only 3 of them! Yet again I tend to worry about such insignificant things.
Anyways let me get back to my day at the beach lol. One of my favorite things to do at the beach is find seashells. My husband likes to tease me and remind me that we live here and there is no need in bringing shells home everytime we visit the beach. But I just can’t help myself, it never fails I bring home a bucket full of shells.
Today we went to shell Island, so I was like a kid in a candy store. As we were walking along the beach, I was looking for that “prize” shell, you know the shell I’m talking about, the one that’s just the right size, all one piece and just the right color. But all I’m seeing is broken pieces. The more I look the more broken shells I see. I’m not even gonna lie, I was beginning to get a little disappointed. Until the Holy Spirit spoke to me, I heard Him say that just like all I’m seeing is broken shells I tend to see my own brokenness.
God sees the beauty in my brokenness, in fact He doesn’t even see brokenness at all, He sees me as the beautiful prized shell. The one He thought so much about He gave His own life for! Instantly I was overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude and absolute LOVE. I was able to see the beauty in those broken shells. I’m excited to say I have a beautiful art project in mind for those broken shells. It is such a wonderful thing when we start seeing things through God’s lenses instead of our own!
God doesn’t look at us and see our mistakes, our past, our insecurities or anything else we tend to focus on. He looks at us and sees us as white as snow!
I’ve heard it explained a couple times before that our lives are like a tapestry. If we are only looking at the negative aspects in our lives it’s like viewing the backside of the tapestry, you only see a bunch of jumbled up thread, knotted, tangled and even frayed. Looking at it from this view seems chaotic and messy. Thank God things are not always what they seem. Because when we change our perspective and turn the tapestry over we see the beautiful colors and patterns that make an astonishing work of art.
Just like God showed me on the beach with broken shells
With God it always ends up a beautiful masterpiece. We are His astonishing work of art!!!
I don’t know about you but the joy I get from knowing He is taking my tangled up chaotic mess and making it a masterpiece is worth celebrating! The same God who spoke the world into existence, told the oceans where to stop and calls the stars by name is making a beautiful tapestry out of us!!!