
I once stood at the edge of the ocean, watching the waves roll in, their rhythm steady and relentless. Scattered along the shore were stones smooth, polished, shaped by years of being tossed and turned by the tide.
I picked one up, cool and weighty in my palm. It hadn’t started this way. Once, it had jagged edges, rough and sharp. But time and pressure had softened it, refining it into something beautiful.
I saw myself in that stone.
For years, my life felt like it had been caught in a storm, beaten against the rocks of hardship, loss, and pain. My past was rough, broken, unpolished. There were moments when I thought I’d never be whole. But God had a different plan. The same way the ocean reshapes stone, He was reshaping me. Through trials, through healing, through surrender.
Now, when I paint my Beach Stones collection, I see more than just color and texture I see redemption. Each brushstroke tells the story of transformation. Every shade and highlight is a reminder that broken things can be made beautiful.
Maybe you feel like that stone worn down by life, unsure if you’ll ever feel whole again. But here’s the truth: you are being shaped for something greater. The rough edges don’t define you. The waves may seem relentless, but they are refining you, making you stronger, making you new.
So the next time you see a stone washed up on the shore, hold it for a moment. Feel its weight. Remember the journey it took to become smooth. And know
you, too, are being shaped into something beautiful.
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