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Sea foam swirls around my feet as it kisses the shoreline and then disappears,  leaving behind a haphazard trail of color. Ocean gems glisten, wet and bright beneath the sun. Some are sleek and black while others bear a pockmarked complexion. Still others expose their glossy interior, mother of pearl shimmering in shades of purple and green.
Stooping to select a seashell for my collection, I think of the creature whose life was once contained in one of nature’s smallest homes. Empty shells. Pieces of what once existed. Fragments of a life.
My mind wanders to the time he sat in the front seat of the car, bent over; the emotional weight of fear and anxiety pulling shoulders to knees and drawing cries for relief from youthful lungs.
I remember the way I longed to comfort him, but I had no words. I remember the anguished tears tracking across the precious face I’d soothed with a mother’s kiss when elbows and knees met pavement or unkind words left their mark. But, now? I had no comfort to offer other than my presence. Reassurances of love. Promise of prayers.

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Gazing at the shell in my hands, I’m struck by the beauty of what remains when something ceases to be and I beg God to take the fear. The depression. The origin of all of his pain.
But, years pass and the prayer goes unanswered. Sometimes I wonder if He hears? If He longs to see joy spilling from His child as much as I do? Why have the pleas gone unanswered?

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Then God reminds me. None of life’s hard places are outside of the power of holy redemption. Jesus embodied hope that we might rise to a new life free of sickness. Suffering. Struggle. He is the one who will restore and renew.
You, too, may relate to the agony of mental illness. Maybe you battle chronic health issues. Or, you might long for the restoration of of a broken relationship. I don’t know what in your life pains you, but He knows. He hears. And, though you and I may wait longer than we’d like to see lives transformed by answered prayer, we can cling to our faith in anticipation of something beautiful being borne despite and even through the struggle.

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“The suffering won’t last forever. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are!—will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, he does.” (1 Peter 5:11)
One glorious day, God will empty our lives of the dross to reveal the beauty He’d intended for us all along. And what remains will be like the loveliest shell adorning the sand; a reminder of what once was and a testimony God’s transformative love.
Peace and grace,
Tammy
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