One Shell
- Keith Harris
- Sep 9, 2019
- 2 min read
By: Corine Channell
I hope to provide guest contributor spots just like this one in the future. Corine is also a GOD TV guest contributor. She just hit her 1-year anniversary blogging with GODTV.com.
We all seem to feel a connection to the ocean, its majestic vastness and its great mystery. We wander through the sand, feeling the salt water spray our face, listening to the fearsome crashing waves, and we are stirred by its power in stark contrast to our own insignificance. Gazing down at the millions of broken pieces of seashells under our feet, it reminds us of the shoreline of our own life - A great shoreline where our losses, bad decisions, failures, pains, our spiraling out of control moments and pieces of our heart lay scattered and broken much like the shells.
All of a sudden it is as if a holy moment is bestowed on our anxious, questioning mind – as from the depths of the ocean we love, from the depths of mystery we don’t have to understand, from waves that threaten to drown us unless we can navigate over the top of them – comes one perfect unbroken shell carried to shore by a giant wave!
One shell.
It rolls in at our feet. It stands out against the broken shell pieces. It stands out that it survived the trauma of the wave crashing on the shore. It stands out that the strong current out in the deeper waters didn’t break it. It stands out that it did not sink to the bottom of the ocean's floor. This small perfect seashell serves to remind us that we are not defined by our broken pieces, and that God alone can and will make us whole again; no matter the depth of the water and no matter the force of the crashing waves. We are never out of God’s sight. We are never far from His love.
This is the actual shell.
I’ll never forget the day when the sea rolled it right up to my feet, per my hearts request to God as His sign to me that I’d be okay. It serves as my reminder that I am not defined by my broken parts ; Jesus made my heart whole again.
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