Broken yet Beautiful

The other day I was at the beach, I like to call it my second home.

I felt the warm sun on my face, I felt the cold sea water lapping at my feet. I can smell the salty ocean in the air. I feel like I have ocean water in my veins, as if my name was written on the sandy shore. 

When I am at the beach I love looking at the seashells... It seems almost as if we are seashells... broken yet beautiful. 

Every seashell is different.. no matter if two look the same they each have something different about them.

We all have scars we try to hide, tears we don't want anyone to see. We are all fighting a inner battle but we try to act like we have it all together.... when does it all end? When do we admit to not having it all together? Why do we try so hard to hide the pain? Why are we too stubborn to fall to our knees in prayer?

We have a heavenly Father who loves us. He is our true home. No matter what you think of yourself you are broken, yet you are beautiful. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of you... you are loved and cherished by the King of kings. 

What else really matters?

Always remember who you are in Jesus Christ. Remember you are cherished, loved, and rare. 

You are priceless to your King.