broken shells

This was a post I wrote almost 4 years ago.  I removed it from my blog a while ago although, now, I'm not sure why.  

Every time I walk the beach, just for fun, I search for very white rocks and shell pieces.  I often find a few standing out among the grays and browns of the rocks and sticks.  

Stark white pieces are few and far between.  That's what makes them special.  So I like to collect them and put them in a little bowl so I can look at them and enjoy them.

Today I sat down in a sheltered location among some logs.  All around my feet there were tons of tiny pieces of broken shells.  I picked up as many as I could but then I'd spot another one and another.  Every time I moved my foot, the rocks below my feet would shift and another few pieces of clean white shells would be exposed.

Sometimes my moments with God are like the white shells.  Little moments of beauty among the grays and browns of the day.  I hope I will be able to find that special place where the moments will be so great in number that my pockets will not be able to hold them all.   


On a separate note, I know the shells are broken.  But that's okay, because so am I.