Beauty in wreckage

Paul never asked for that storm. He didn’t seek it, didn’t desire it, and certainly tried to steer clear. Yet, despite all his warning, the winds raged, and the ship he was on broke apart in the wild seas. He found himself, like so many of us, clinging to the shattered fragments of what had been. Broken pieces of wood, debris from a vessel that was once strong, now scattered across the waves. But here’s the beauty in the wreckage—those broken pieces were enough. In God’s hands, those jagged shards became life preservers, not just for Paul but for every soul on that ship. No one was lost. The brokenness of the storm held the key to their survival. And maybe, just maybe, the broken pieces of our lives—the shattered dreams, the wrecked plans, the splinters of what we thought should be—are meant for something more. They may be the very thing that God uses to bring others to safety, to show them the way to shore. In the wreckage, there’s redemption. In the breaking, there’s grace. So hold on to the fragments, for even in the brokenness, His purpose still prevails.

Acts 27:44

“And the rest, some on boards, and some on broken pieces of the ship. And so it came to pass, that they escaped all safe to land.”