Sea Shells

I picked up three sea shells during an early morning walk on the beach. One was rough with jagged edges, one broken and the other was smooth and round. I thought of my own life. The broken pieces of my past and the long, rough journey to where I am now. I feel the peace of acceptance and look forward to the future. I hold the shells in my hand, none perfect, but all beautiful in their own way.

I picked up three sea shells during an early morning walk on the beach. One was rough with jagged edges, one broken and the other was smooth and round. I thought of my own life. The broken pieces of my past and the long, rough journey to where I am now. I feel the peace of acceptance and look forward to the future. I hold the shells in my hand, none perfect, but all beautiful in their own way.

Nature’s Gift

There is a glade where I go to pray each morning. It is surrounded by pine trees. Their boughs are so abundant that they almost touch the ground. I watch the morning light dance among the needles. It's such a nice way to start the day.

There is a glade where I go to pray each morning. It is surrounded by pine trees. Their boughs are so abundant that they almost touch the ground. I watch the morning light dance among the needles. It’s such a nice way to start the day.

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