Among the Storm.

This is a story or word about me.

Not about who I am or things about myself.

This isn’t a bio or a profile, but about how angry I am.

Im about to explode, like a volcano.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a hurricane and thrown around the drain until I’m dumped out.

My head feels like someone is hitting me with a hammer again and again.

Im alone. I’m scared. I’m angry.

I know these are all lies but it feels so real on the inside.

My brain tells me to go and hide alone, but i know I need to be brave and stand outside.

To be among the crowd and the people, but its easier said than done.

Time alone in rest or Time with others in community.

Is it wise to be alone? Should I trust myself alone? Alone…

Such a strange idea. No one should be alone. Ever.

Im never alone. Never.

Its a lie. I believe the truth.

God is on my side, but i know the darkness hides all around.

Around the corner, underneath, above, all around.

but so is He. The truth. The light.

All around me. All around.




Word battles… 

My heart says stop and so does my brain. 

They both tell me to look the other way. 

My eyes know and so do my ears. 

My body understands my constant fear. 

But then I hear the moans and groans,

“You suck. Your ugly. Your fat!”  


I scream and yell and do whatever I can to make them quite.

I’m fighting a battle that’s already been won. 

In my head it’s a battle lost a long time ago. 

But in reality it’s a battle that has just begun, 

Another war is around the corner. 

Not in France or Baghdad or the American borders, 

In my head I hear the thoughts 

Of constant struggles in the ruts,

That’s the war im speaking of. 

The war in my head the battle in my hands. 

Words are the ammunition, 

And tounges the vessel. 

Hateful, hurtful, rude and crude

These are the things that are said to you. 

Things that make you feel all alone

Down and out silent and stone cold. 

The death of the wind whipping by 

Is the only thing I can hear on a stormy night. 

Instead when it rains I think about the depths of my grave. 

One day I’ll be there 

Six feet under the sea level all bare. 

Dust to dust. 

Earth to earth. 

Once again the battles lost, 

And My head really hurts. 

Words. Words. Words being said.

And once again I find myself 

Face down on my bed.

So once again incase you missed it,

Words really hurt and so do stones. 

Think twice what you say and think once when you read 

The words on a screen.

Incase your wondering 

This spoken word is not personal. 

I’m speaking up for the little people. 

The ones who are afraid and alone. 

Down and out on the streets below.

Here’s a riddle to solve the word puzzle. 

Be nice and kind. 

Love and joy. 

Responsible and respectful. 

No need for the hurtful. 

Be confident in who you are. 

Love yourself and love others. 

Be comfortable in your skin 

You were made to be. 

Words are good or words are bad. 

Load your cannon and say things back. 

Fight the word war with 

Love and serenity. 

The end, 


christ has authority. 

“But I want you to know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins.” So he said to the paralyzed man, “Get up, take your mat and go home.””‭‭Matthew‬ ‭9:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

This son of man has authority to forgive me of the wrongs I’ve done. He has the authority to say it’s okay when I mess up. He has the authority to say “Sean, you were wrong but it’s okay.” He has authority or a hold on my life. He forgives. He gives grace. He’s the only one who can. 

This passage reminds me of my parents and the authority that they have over me. (Even while I’m 21, in a different county and independent) they still have authority over me. If my mom asks me to do something I do it. If my dad says he needs my help I should help him. That’s my respect and love towards them. 

It also reminds me of my high school principle. If the principle called me into his office I go. If he tells me to slow down in the hallway I slow down. He has authority over me while I’m at school. He looks out for me while I’m there learning. 

Last the verse reminds me of my grandma. My grandma has, will, and is still to this day calling me her “little peanut”. She can still do this ONLY BECAUSE she still has authority over me. Now to me grandmas have an authority that is like a crack of the whip. If my nanny (I call my grandma nanny) tells me to be nice, I’m nice. If she tells me to go clean my room, I clean my room. If she asks for help, I help her immediately. 

Christ has authority over our lives. He has an authority that no parent, principle, or grandma could ever hold. (Sorry nanny!) Christ is above all. Before all. And among all. Christ reigns. 

Above all:

Christ stands above us all. He’s like the mountains and we are the valley bowing down. He is the eagle who soars above the world. He’s the rising and setting sun. He’s the highest of highs. He is the one who holds the earth in the middle of his hands. Christ is upon the throne on the right hand of the father. 

Christ is king above the kingdoms. Kings and Queens bow down. Christ is above the tree tops, and above the world. Christ reigns higher than the Angels themselves. He is above all and everything. 

Before all: 

Bae. Before anyone else. A popular saying these day. Usually said towards a significant other, but Christ is bae. He is before all. He comes before my meals. He comes before my homework. He comes before the day begins. He starts the day off with a sunrise. Christ is before my family, before my friends. Before my life. 

Christ is the one who was and is and is to come. He was here before creation. He was before the first waters, before the first livestock, he was before the first humans. Christ was and is and is to come. He is time. 

Among all: 

Christ is here. Christ is now. His presence is all around. Christ is the one who is standing next to us. He’s always with us. He is with us through the the hurtful times, he is with us through death. He is with us in the depressions. He is with us when we’re down in the dirt. He is here. 

Christ is here when we’re doing good. Praise him when we are in a great place!! Christ is among us even when life is good. Christ is here in the new promotions. Christ is here when we get a raise. He is with us when a baby is born. He is with us when we get married. He is here. 

Controlling issues: 

Christ has authority. He has authority over my life. He has control so I don’t have to because if I had control I would be even more of a mess. Life gets messy when we take life into our own hands or control. Let go and let God. Let God take care of your problems. You can’t fix them. I can’t fix them. 

This has been a constant reminder in My life. I have no control, no authority. I’m a vessel for God to use and mold and brake. I’m broken because I’m human. But God breaks us and then makes a mosaic out of us. A mosaic that is created from beautiful memories, lessons, friends, and family. My life, Our lives can be and are a beautiful mosaic. 

So. Christ is above all, before all, among all. This is my prayer today in my own life. 

Be reminded by this verse today that Christ is in authority of your life. Be calm. Relax. Breathe. In his presence everything is new and bows before him. Take a note that he is in control. Let go and let God. 

“But I want you to know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins.” So he said to the paralyzed man, “Get up, take your mat and go home.””

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭9:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Be blessed.  

Perfection as an illusion 

 Perfection; a noun meaning the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.

Perfection can be seen in nature. The rivers that have a calming flow or a wild rush. The trees that flourish over the roof tops or that come crashing down on a car. The thunderstorms that light up the sky or that burn down homes. Perfection can be seen in the wildlife. The beauty of an elephant. The freshness of a newborn. The awesomeness of a giraffe. Or the unknown of the deep blue. 

Perfection has a double standard. 

Perfection is hard and almost impossible to grasp. Gods creation is perfect because the perfect being created it. My garden at home that the deer nibble on is not even close to being perfect. My artistic ability is about a negative 100% perfect and Gods right hand is a magical brush. 

Perfection for humans is impossible. Perfection for God is second nature to him. 

This is something I’ve been learning to deal with in my own life. 

This past Wednesday my school (Kingswood Univeristy) and myself visited Catons Island for a retreat all day. We took an hour and a half to adventure the island and truly meet with God in his Perfect creation.

Last year we did the same thing but I didn’t take it was seriously as I did this time. I sat on a rock and watched as people passed by every few moments. This year I walked the whole island which took about the whole time. I took time to sit on rocks near the waters edge and eat lunch and this is where God taught me my lesson. 

I originally wanted to go straight for these three sides shelters because it was raining slightly but God led me out to the waters edge instead. Where of course it was raining and the water was splashing up on me. It was cold and damp and was louder than any place on the island. 

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters, Wherever You would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander. And my faith will be made stronger.” 

The song oceans by Hillsong is what God used to break through on this day. God told me to walk upon the waters and not take the easy road in life. The comfort level isn’t what’s important but walking on the waters and taking the unknown! The trails less traveled, the roads less taken, walking on the waters is where I want to be. Step out of the boat and walk on the waters; comfort is less than the unknown. God meets us in the unknown. 

There were these rocks that were red and some were small and some were large. But each rock if you could pick it up and drop it, would brake. God reminded me that these rocks are like me. My life is never perfect and never will be.

 I am being chiseled and made new every day. My journey is never over and has started 21 years ago. Each day, each week, each milestone, each memory is a new chapter. And just like the rocks I can be picked up and dropped and made new. The bad and old can be taken away and a new layer is found and shown. 

God is working. God is moving. God is healing. 

Scars and Stories 2.0

The past hurts. The mistakes hurt. The pain bubbles up all the time. It never goes away. It is always there… creeping in… breaking walls… eating us alive. Killing you from the inside out or the outside in. Physical, emotional, mental. Its there. Its real.

But you know what else is real.. JESUS.

This is what our past and our mistakes feel like a lot of the time to us. Ive come to a place in my life where my past and my scars are just that, scars. My wounds have healed and are scared over. There is no more hurt. There is no more pain that bubbles up and takes over. No more walls breaking down or eating me alive.

I have been made new. My eyes have been opened. My heart has been overrun by Jesus Christ. My chains have been broken. There is nothing else in this world that can do besides Jesus’s Love, Grace and Forgiveness. His healing hands heal all wounds no matter how deep or wide. His grace covers all our mistakes. His love cures all cuts and scrapes. His forgiveness bubbles up joy and peace instead of pain and worry.

In Christ I have found not just peace and joy but I’ve found a place where I know I am not alone. I am worry free. I am loved. I am cared for. I am looked after. I have a back bone and someone to rely on. Jesus Christ never changes, his love never fails, he never fades away. He is constant in our ever changing lives. The rock that will not move. The rock I cling to. The strong and mighty rock.

You will not be able to find this Love or healing anywhere else but in Jesus Christ. Not in Drugs, Women, Alcohol, Money, Anger, Depression, Loneliness or even Death Non will do. Only Christ can provide the ultimate prize and healing. Life is only truly found and healed by Jesus. Live a full true and healthy life not a fake sick empty life.

His love, grace, forgiveness, joy, peace, strength, hope, strong foundation, sturdy arms never let me fall and never forget me. I am always thought of and loved. I am found in him. I am alive in him. I am loved by him. I am looked after by him.

There is nothing Jesus can’t do. There is no hate in Jesus. There is no evil in Jesus. There is only Love and Good. He makes all things new and complete.

His name alone is Hope. Jesus.

His name alone Heals. Jesus.

His name alone is Love. Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Praise his Glorious name. His holy name. His perfect name.

His story is the introduction into my story and our stories. Your story can start with the redemptive story that saved you. With the cross. With the grave. With the stone. With the angel. With you. Your story continues this amazing and healing story. Go out and be you. Go out and tell your Story. GO.

It starts with Jesus’s Scars and stories

but then transfers to us and our scars and stories

and ends with Jesus coming back one day.

We are called to tell the world Jesus’s Story and to tell the world our story… the continuation of the redemptive story. Go. Go beyond the borders of your town. To the edge of the waters. To where people can listen. Wherever and However that would be. Just go. Go. Be free and wonder the earth and share the goodness. Share the story. Share your story.

Our scars and Our stories are what write the chapters in between the creation of earth and the return of Christ.

His kingdom come and His will be done.

Be Blessed.

Broken or Blessed?

This summer I have been broken down to bare bones and have had nothing left but Gods love. This is the blessing of being broken. I was taken off my high horse and stripped everything away and was left with the one thing I need in this world, the perfect love of Jesus Christ.

God has been so good to me. God has created relationships in my life that I need to grow me! God has placed me in a time and a place where I can grow and help others grow.

Being Broken and taken to a place where you have nothing is scary but its a hidden blessing. I was blessed that God took me from nothing to something because I could not do it on my own. God picked me up out of the dust and fixed me up. He healed the wounds that were fresh, he took the brokenness and made it into a blessing.

There is nothing better than being a different person with the same life. I have the same friends, same job, but a new person inside. Im new. changed. broken turned to blessing. God is good all the time.

Change is possible. You just have to be willing to change.

Be Blessed.

The Father and His Son.

The Father. 

“Your a Good good father, It’s who you are, It’s who you are, It’s who you are and I’m loved by you. It’s who I am, It’s who I am, It’s who I am!” (Good Good Father)  

This song has laid and impacted my heart for a long time now for one reason, God is perfect in all of his ways and loves me like a father loves his son.

This aspect of God has gone unnoticed and under appreciated by me for awhile now. God is not just my judge, my savior, my guide, my rock, my counselor, my prince of peace, my king of kings, my everything but he’s my father above all else. A Good good father. A perfect father. A heavenly father. The highest of all. the perfect family I belong to…

There is something about the way parents loves their children… something sacred and something perfectly still and peaceful. Something that makes you get those butterflies in your stomach and get that feeling when you watch a mama lion and her cubs running through the open savanna. The feeling you get when you see someone has just adopted that cute little puppy you’ve been loving on for the last week at the shelter. That moment when you see a little butterfly evolve from a caterpillar and take its first flight into the big open world. The first steps of your newborn child. The day you get married to your long time lover. The first steps to buying your first apartment.

Thats the emotions and feelings I experience with Gods perfect love. It is a never ending love. A love that heals all cuts and bruises with the ultimate scars, the holes in Jesus hands.

“God is ultimately who receives all of my love and praise but God returns his love and peace to me.” – Sean Kemmerer

More than I could have ever imagined, better than I could ever received, The best. Perfect. Time-less. The absence of hurt or pain or anger. The peace of a flower that just bloomed for the first time. The happiness of a newborn baby boy. The gentleness of a hummingbird flying around. That is the perfect love of God the Father.

The Son. 

He fills my needs with his Joy.

He takes the anger and replaces it with Gentleness.

He knows my struggles and turns them into his Faithfullness.

He kills my anger with his Kindness.

He replaces my hurt with his Loving arms.

He knows my anxiety and creates his Peace in me

He is the fruits of the spirit ( love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control) Galatians 5:22-23

“We are evil and ugly WITHOUT HIS AMAZING LOVE. With his Love we are made Beautiful and Good again.” – Sean Kemmerer

God has taught me that without him and his perfect fatherly love I am nothing. Im the dirt from where I first came from, But with him I can be a vessel of that perfect love to others on this earth.

“You have to look at the other end of the tunnel at all times because If not your missing half of the picture.” -Sean Kemmerer

God created us to be one with him and two humans messed that up but we can come into his arms again because of his loving son Jesus Christ who took my scars and made it his scars. His dirty hands (which were mine) have been cleaned by Gods grace and promise… we can have the same thing if we only accept Jesus and his ways!

He breaks all my chains.

He heals all my wounds.

He cured all my pains.

He took all of me.

His son I became.

The Father and His Son. 

Living in a cookie-cutter world

I remember playing with cookie cutters and play-doh as a child. Cutting out dogs and cats or gingerbread man and women out of play-doh. I remember rolling out the play-doh until it was thin and flat. Then I would take the cookie-cutter and stamp the smooth dough and created something new out of nothing…

This world is a cookie-cutter. The world has given us a example of what we need to be like and what is acceptable and “right”. You can live life how you want to….Right and Wrong choices. A cookie-cutter makes it feel that if someone isn’t like us or isn’t “normal” than they are doing something wrong. Sometimes I feel as if this message has gotten push to the curb for so many reasons but its true… We each have a different personality, taste in music, style, pet peeves, and set of things that make you.. well… YOU!

Im sure that the world is not the only place that makes people feel that if they don’t fit the mold they aren’t meant to be a part of it… Sometimes I believe that the Church does this too often. Our goal and mission is the complete opposite. The Church is a place for hurt, broken, and different people to come and learn about Jesus Christ and the love he has to offer to us all!!

“The Church as a Whole is a rehab for the people who don’t want to fit in to a cookie-cutter and break the mold.” – Sean Kemmerer

You don’t need to fit into a mold someone or something tells you to fit in to…

Young boys You Do Not need to have a girlfriend on your arm at all moments of the day

Young girls You Do Not need to give your body as a promise to your boyfriends

Women You Do Not need to feel uncomfortable in your own skin

Men You Do Not need to be a sex hunting animal

People You Do Not need to be a self conseded, hating, ungrateful, hurt, broken, dirty, people

You Can Change.

There Is Hope.

You see Life is meant to be lived by each individual differently. Why do you think there are Oceans full of emotions? Why is there 6 Quatilian (yes that is made up) clothing items to be warn? Why is there more than 1 color in a Crayola box? BECAUSE there is meant to be diversity and difference. If we all were the same we would be boring and noone would bring anything to the table because we all would have that same talent, or funny joke.

Difference is a good thing and thats why i chose to be different.

Im a 20 year old who has never had sex, never had a drink of alcohol, never smoked a cigarette or did drugs. I never went to parties, I went to youth group every single Wednesday night, I did all my homework, I still live and love my parents, I have never gotten in trouble with the police, I don’t have my drivers license… Im not your typical or any kind of 20 year old.. I’m different and Im okay, actually I’m Great with that! I want to be different not because people notice me but because Its my chance to tell people about the Love and Grace of Jesus Christ which makes me different…

To be honest its not that I’m a CRAZY, Funny, loud, annoying, silly, weird 20 year old that is set apart for my personal choices that makes me different its that I have learned, accepted, and share the Love, Grace, and Story of Jesus Christ.

His Grace has given me an incredible story that I want everyone to know about and I just told you it…

I was the normal kid growing up then i took my faith to the next level and went to CANADA to school to learn how to be a pastor, I don’t have any desire to drink, do drugs or have sex before marriage. I love to take photos, Tweet, go adventuring, swim, and Sing really really loud… Im me. Im Sean. And thats okay.

Sometimes Sean gets mad, and sometimes Sean gets sad.

Sometimes Sean cries and sometimes Sean smiles.

Sean has more than happy and mad emotions, I have an oceans full. and I use and show them all.

“Emotions are meant to be shown. Good. Bad. Ugly. Pretty. Sad. Happy. Always Wear your Emotions on your heart which is on your sleeve!”

– Sean Kemmerer

I don’t waste time. i don’t waste my life. i don’t waste emotions or anything!


Enough about my story and back to the cookie-cutter

You do not have to be part of the cookie-cutter…. granted it will not be easy to break the mold, break away or even go off on your own but from my high school friends I’m the only one who became a pastor… Im different then everyone else. AND THAT IS OKAY! Be different. Dance on the tables sometimes. Sing really loud in the car with the windows down. Go to Target and try on every crazy hat and or dress you see (Men you can do this too, its quite fun!) In the end I guess I’m saying Be You.

If your the nerd embrace that.

If your the dancer than dance!

If your the singer you better sing!

If your the math geeky then add 7+12!

If your the nurse save some lives!

If your the librarian than start SHHHHHing people!

Be You. Be who God created you to be! Do you. Whatvever that is. Whenever that is. Where ever that is.

5 Things to take away from this huge and long rant… Its almost over

1) Be you in the dark and happy times. Show your emotions and pains and gains.

2) Be you with everyone and anyone. Strangers and friends should see the same thing!

3) Know God created you and already knows your situation!

4) Your never alone. no matter what. NEVER ALONE. Gods there and so am I and so are your friends and family

5) Be that someone who is there for others. Sit with the lonely kid at lunch, be a friend to the new ones, show kindness and compassion to the homeless.

So in the end the cookie-cutter has been thrown out and create your own cookie!

Be Blessed!

“There is only 1 You. There is only 1 God. There is only 1 Love. Be you. Trust God. Love Everyone.” – Sean Kemmerer

My 50th Post!

Hello everyone!

I have renewed my thinking of my blog and instead of blogging about the nonsense of my life I will be blogging when I feel it is needed or “the right time”. I don’t need to blog every day to keep people coming back. I just need to blog and you need to read it. Yes you. The one person who is reading this right now. If one person reads this and is affected than I have done my job… but i won’t stop there…

So this is one of those times! This is my 50th post on “The Life of Sean_Kem” and I’m so excited to talk about Our Scars Our Stories once more! I am so excited to share this part of the idea behind this concept! Our Scars Our Stories has consumed my life and consumed my thinking… In these next few words I shall try to explain why this has happened to me… here we go.. hang on!

Our Scars show people the power of Jesus: 

The Scars that we have been given or have gotten from life truly do show the power of Jesus and how he heals us! We can say that we found our own healing powers in other ways or things but Jesus is the one and true healer. Jesus sees our scars and we have to come to him to ask for his healing and then he gives us the gift of his power. Jesus is the ultimate healer because of the pain he has overcome from dyeing on the cross for our sins!

The grace could not keep him down and he raised again 3 days later… He died, rose, and returned to heaven. He. Has. The. Power. To. Do. Whatever.

Our scars have been healed but the process leading up to this has not been easy… Pain hurts for a reason. When you treat a fresh cut with peroxide it burns because the medicine is working and healing the cut and the germs inside. Our lives consist of pain and time before we receive a scar instead of a cut or burn. We live with a cut or burn for awhile before we see a scar.

We each have a different set of scars that may or may not intertwine together. We all deal with different things in our lives in different ways. No one is the same and that is beautiful in itself. You are your own person who is dealign with your own life and something about the creativity and uniqueness in that is AMAZING! The scars of depression, self worth, loneliness, suicide, unhappiness, confusion, remorse, anger, being poor, being lost, sadness, injury, hurt etc may help someone else in need. Why should we let others suffer and be in pain while we either gain from nothing or let life take its course… Let people in to your life so they can see who you really are to help others out. Being who you truly are in the moment of the now is better than lying to people and yourself. If you are sad, mad, happy, depressed, confused or whatever be that… When you are yourself you don’t loose your mind and hurt yourself and you find help easier.

Our Stories tell people the miracle of Jesus:

The miracle and power of Jesus are different to me in one way… The power of Jesus is that he heals us and the miracle of Jesus is that he is held… Jesus has held himself by the Father and the Holy Spirit. Snapshots of our lives pronounce the miracle of Jesus because we have been held as well! We are not fully healed but we are in the process. Once we enter into the Golden gates and walkways we have completed the process and are fully healed! Until that time I am pouring peroxide and putting bandaid after bandaid on my wounds and cuts.

Our stories show people the miracle of the Gospel of Jesus by the after affect of his death and resurrection. My life has a reason because he gave me one. My story can change the lives of anyone anywhere and so can yours. Be yourself and tell your story to other people wherever you go because you never know what can happen you could save a life. One life means the world to Jesus and to me so I will do whatever it takes even if only 1 person comes to know Christ because of me…

Random acts of kindness, a smile, a story, a gift or a good word can change a life… Think about doing it! 

My story and my walk of life can affect peoples behaviors and lifestyles. You never know if the person sitting next to you just needs to see a smile to let them know there is still hope… or if the child who is hungry knows she can receive a small bag of food because someone cares more for her than themselves, or if the heroine attack sees you are caring for the people who most people won’t even look at… Those moments make headlines in the newspapers and in peoples hearts and lives.

Our Scars Our Stories means more than just Me and You it represents Who Jesus is and was and will be. 

Wether I or you affect 1 person or 100 people,

Wether I or you affect a 4 year old or a 40 year old,

Wether I or you affect someone in your backyard or in Asia,

Wether I affect them or you affect them,

Wether I or You affect them in a Church or in a Bar

Wether I or You affect people our whole lives or 10 min before we die

They were affected and heard the SCARS and STORIES of JESUS CHRIST and could be changed forever. They have received the gift or eternal life and now they have to open it… If I did all I could than it is up to the people to decided what they want to do. 

I know I was changed when I heard the scars and story of Jesus and I want everyone and anyone I come into contact with to have that change in their own lives.

I don’t need drugs, alcohol, parties, women, money, sex, cars, fame, fortune or whatever to make me feel great and have a good time all I need is JESUS and his Love, Grace, and Forgiveness. And all I want to give to others is Love, Grace, and Forgiveness because thats what I got and I was pretty rotten to the core and now I’m changed from the inside out… 

So put a smile on and give someone a dollar today or whatever you want to do… it could save a life or save a few.


A Pearl in the Life. 

“Pearls aren’t what they seem to be.” 

Pearls are rare and expensive. Pearls are clean and fragile. Our lives are pearls.

Our lives are rare. Each day people die and are born. People get sick and are healed. People have accidents and are safe. Lives are rare. Your life is rare. There is nothing else like your life anywhere else in the world. Your one of a kind. Your special. Your a masterpiece. God hand crafted your life to match his. God created your likes and dislikes, your personality, your face and everything about you. 

Our lives are expensive. People die everyday. People get hurt. People have problems. We all do. So take your life and make it something. You wouldn’t let your grandmas pearl necklace just sit in your dresser drawer you show it off. You tell people about it. You need to tell people your stories. Your testimony or story shows the proof of God to people. 

Our lives are far from clean. So are pearls. You have to clean them for it to be clean. While they are in the claims they are nasty. They are muddy and gross. You can polish them and make the clean and neat. Our lives can be cleaned. Never fully clean but polished. God takes our cuts and gashes and makes them scars. We no longer need to be dirty but we can be polished with the blood of Jesus Christ! 

Our lives are fragile. Pearls are easily cut or scratched. So are our lives. We can be hurt easily. We are easily hurt by words, physical things and people. Pearls can be scratched or dirty. We can also be hurt but we have a comforter in Jesus. We find a peace and joy in him. We can go to him when we are down and out and he will catch us and bring us back up! 

Our lives are rare and expensive. Our lives are clean and fragile. Our lives are pearls.