Looking at this photo it's easy to see that most if not all of the shells are chipped, scarred or broken; some are just pieces but together they bring beauty to an otherwise dull background. Much like the world around us, they are different types, colors, ages and size but they seem to belong there lying upon the sand together.
Sometimes we forget that all the shells, nor people we find can be perfect, they have flaws, some hidden, some in plain sight and some we choose to ignore be it right or wrong; should we treat them any different? Are they of less importance?
This week Becki was dealt another blow, the loss of her job. While this milestone is never easy, the action of it could have been handled better. She was tossed back to sea by someone or someones who could not see her beauty nor her importance... thankfully the sea welcomed her with open arms and will nurture her until she reaches the shore once again...
She will survive just as those beautiful, broken seashells have.
