For me, seashells are the best proof that theres a creator. Buried in the dark, sandy seafloor or living hundreds, even thousands of feet below the oceans surface, these fragile, uniquely beauriful "houses" go unseen.

While their occupants are alive, the intricate shapes and patterns of the seashells often are concealed beneath a fleshly covering, their beauty serving no apparent purpose.

Shells could be plain and servicable and still fulfill their protective role.  But instead, they feature exquisite forms and colors.

I like to think the beauty is there to remind us of the one who created the diverse beauty of our world for His own delight.

Each time I hold a shell, I,too,feel that delight and am reminded that sometimes, like shells, our true beauty is only apparent after we've oassed from our Earthly life.