Hope in the Midst of Rough Seas: Thoughts on Broken Shells and Life

While sitting under our little cabana at the beach last month, I was quietly watching seagulls, digging my toes in the sand, reading, and generally enjoying the salty air and beautiful ocean view, when a young mom strolled by with her two young children. They were collecting shells. Actually, she was collecting them, but they… Continue reading Hope in the Midst of Rough Seas: Thoughts on Broken Shells and Life