The Broken Shell Story

I had started a habit of collecting shells while walking with the Lord on the beach. My plan was to decorate the railing of the walkway getting to the beach for all to enjoy. Each day I would add more. How delighted I was to find a shell much larger than any other I had seen.

“It’s broken!” I exclaimed aloud to my beloved special needs dogs Miss Mercy and Gracie who collect shells with me sometimes.

I planned to toss the shell back on the sand. But God stopped me.

“But it’s beautiful!” I said jo...