Wisdom for Widows (continued)

In our last two sessions, the book “My Beautiful Broken Shell” by Carol Hamblet Adams was read. This book would be a wonderful asset to anyone’s collection of books, especially someone who likes to encourage others. With Carol’s permission, I am going to share a few portions of her book:

This is my first morning at the ocean, and as I walk to the beach, feeling the rich, warm sand beneath my feet, I decide to collect a few shells.

It is low tide, and I watch, mesmerized, as the ocean rises slowly…curls…and then spills its white-laced foam onto the shore.

I walk by a broken scallop shell…and leave it to search for more perfect ones.

But then I stop…and pick up the broken shell. I realize that this shell is me with my broken heart.

This shell is people who are hurting…people who have lost loved ones…people who are frightened or alone…people with unfulfilled dreams. This shell has had to fight so hard to keep from being totally crushed by the pounding surf…just as I have had to.

Yet this shell is still out on the beautiful sandy shore…just as I am. Thank you, Lord, that I haven’t been completely crushed by the heaviness in my heart…by the pounding of the surf.

If our world were only filled with perfect shells, we would miss some of life’s most important lessons along the way. We would never learn from adversity…from pain…from sorrow.

Thank you, Lord, for all that I learn from my brokenness…for the courage it takes to live with my pain…and for the strength it takes to remain on the shore.

A little further in the book it reads :

Broken shells mean lots of tears…lots of pain…lots of struggle…but they are also valuable for teaching faith, courage, and strength.

Broken shells inspire others and demonstrate the will to go on in a way that no perfect shell could ever do.

Broken shells are shells that have been tested…and tried…and hurt…yet they don’t quit.They continue to be.

Thank you, Lord, for the great strength it takes to simply be…even when I hurt so deeply that there seems to be nothing left of me.

And the last section I’ll share:

I watch the rolling surf toss new shells onto the shore, and I am reminded of the many times that I, too, have been tossed by the storms of life and worn down by the sands of time, just like my beautiful broken shell.But I am reminded that broken shells don’t have to stand alone.

Thank you, Lord, for being with me to share my life…to help me carry my burdens.

 

I hope you are blessed by these portions from Carol Adams book as I was.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; and those who are crushed in spirit He saves.”

Psalm 34:19

God bless you,

Kathy

 

 

 

 

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