Life can seem like a glass bottle carelessly discarded on the beach. As the waters push and pull, grabbing at this bottle, it is swallowed up in the waves of life to bob and float, fill up and roll about trying to keep itself together, but after much time straining and crying for help it gives up fighting confining itself to the depths of the ocean, to be forgotten, lost, and hidden away under the sand.
The tides do not leave the little lost bottle alone under the ocean. It sways here and there as the tides roll about. It gets a scratch here from the coral, or a chip there as it is rubbed against the rocks. Tipping and rolling it fills with sand, fills with water, and sinks to a solitary shadow on the floor of the ocean.
After a while, one day, the waters turn dark, the waves grow big and the tides become angry raging chaos. And that lost, forgotten little bottle finds its resting spot gone, once again rolling and tossing, floating in the storm. Once again the little bottle is trying to keep itself together but after much time straining and crying for help and scared, a hand grabs the bottle and tosses it out of the churning angry sea. The bottle sings with joy to be free, just to realize too late that it was tossed out of the drowning chaos of life, just to be dashed on the rocky shores of life. With heart worn down, tired and helpless, the bottle shatters into pieces. Some pieces are small and some big.
Crying out to that hand who saved the bottle from the ocean " Why didn't you save me from the rocks?" "Why didn't you protect me?" "Why did I have to break?" A gentle voice answers "I did protect you, I did what was best for you. For as a whole bottle your time was well spent, but another purpose have I given thee. As broken shattered glass I see the small pieces becoming grains of sand tossed and collected to help beautify this beach for others to enjoy. As large pieces of glass I see refinement coming soon, and once you are perfected, you will become sea glass, beautiful, smooth, shiny, frosted, charished, and loved by the one who picks up that piece of you and carries it home.
As sea glass you will bring beauty, creativity, inspiration and joy to those who see what is made of you. Those who use your pieces as art will share their love, creativity, and motivation with others. This is a very important job, and I have chosen you a simple glass bottle.
The broken bottle whispers through it's tear, "Why Lord why must this be?" "Why would you choose me? I was lost and forgotten, sunken by life's burdens."
"Because my little one, I gave my son to be bruised and broken for my love. But love must not only be heard, or felt, or taught, but it must be seen with the eyes. This is your potential, this is why I have chosen you for this job. Because you will spread my love to those who need to see it. I have not forgotten you, you were never lost from me, I was testing you, and trying you, and refining you helping you achieve your true potential. "
May we all find sea glass, may we all share our sea glass with others just as God has shared his Son, Jesus Christ with us.
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