"Look at this one, Mommy," she said as she bent over to pick one up.
"I see, but that one is broken," I responded. "Put it down and let's look for a better one."
"What about this one, Mommy?" she asked, again picking up a broken shell.
"Let's keep looking," I replied.
Along the way, we did find some unbroken shells. We marveled at them and dropped them in our bucket as we walked. However, my sweet daughter continued to pick up some shell fragments as well.
Eventually, she excitedly held one up for me to see. "Mommy! Look! I know it's broken, but it has purple on it and purple is your favorite color! See? It's still pretty since it has purple, right?"
Through the eyes of my child, I finally saw the beauty in the broken shells.

It seems that people are often like those pretty seashells. We travel great distances, both figurative and literal. Along the way, we get beaten and bruised; injured and scarred. Some of us end up more broken than others.
Just like those shells, though, we still have something beautiful to give. We have talents and gifts that are unique to each of us. Sometimes, they are difficult to see, but they shine through the jagged cracks when we let them and when we make an effort to see them.
As I looked at those shells with the fresh perspective my daughter had given me, I was reminded that there is beauty to be found in the broken. There are stories, fears, hopes, and dreams. They are there, in pieces and fragments, among the patterns and crevices. Often, we just need to adjust our lens a bit so we can see them more clearly and appreciate them more fully.