The Shell and The Maker

I was broken; a shell smashed against the vicious rocks of life. Men, stole the precious pieces that lay in the sand thinking it would not matter.

I was abandoned and as the sea of shame washed over me time and time again, I became stuck muddied now and friends would avoid me because I was jagged along my edges.

One day, a shy but noble prince was walking upon this beach and he spotted my jagged half of shell sticking out of the mire. I was entangled with seaweed of doubt.

He carefully unwrapped the seaweed around the centre of me.

He then left, thinking for sure my past and brokenness were too much for him to take-in.

Months had come and gone and I longed for his shadow to overcome me, to watch his black hair dance in the sunlight.

Then one day he scooped me up, took me beyond the crags and carried me to the surf, he carefully, washed me and he took a little brush and removed all the sand. I was most happy for it was eating away at my polished, glossy coating.

Then he carefully placed me into a pouch. I became afraid, where am I going? I asked myself. I was being bounced and shook.

I heard a bang and some shuffling and before I knew it, his tender hand lifted me beyond the blackness of the pouch and then what seemed like sand being sifted, he turned me around and to my amazement I saw all my missing pieces!

The glue was hot and uncomfortable but he would talk to me as he carefully re-attached my pieces.

He would make new pieces if the part of me was too damaged and he carefully painted my design on the new pieces he would create.

After, many months and years the work was complete.

I was then put on a shelf. I loved it because I got to watch The Maker rescue other shells. We were the rarest and most beautiful.

We would have long talks and everyday He would tell me how much He loved me.

I was loved and adored. To Him I was his most precious procession. Then one day He took me off the shelf and placed me back into the pouch, I became very afraid, what if he was going to put me back in the ocean again?

My thoughts began to race, he whispered my name and suddenly I had peace.

It was a long time before I saw light I almost forgot what the sun looked like, but I was The Maker.

Finally, he stopped and were were in Heaven, He placed me in the hands of a little girl, and He told me that like me she would go through the very same thing. So, she held unto me, as a reminder that the Maker loved her.

I did not always like having the Maker change me into something beautiful, but when I see the way she looks at me, it was all worth it, and as for the girl, she met a man that let her see the Maker and she is a beautiful shell where love can freely live.