I Like Rocks

For who is God, except the Lord? And who is a rock, except our God? It is God who arms me with strength,
And makes my way perfect. Psalm 18:31-32 NKJV

As a kid, I loved rocks. I kept a special one in my pocket, so that I would be prepared if a friend wanted to draw on the sidewalk. With a large white streak that ran through its steel-colored hardness, it came to a point that was perfect for writing or drawing a hopscotch game. My friends and I also had other treasures of nature that we collected on a hike in the woods, like pretty leaves, pine comes or acorns…or more rocks:) Many times we emptied our pockets of these “treasures” so our moms could decide if we could keep them.

As adults, we do the same; we tend to collect things we love, don’t we? Whether it’s art, dishes, furniture, coins or books, we choose our treasures. They are special to us. Rocks will always be special to me because they remind me of my rock of a Savior. He is always with me and is solid and strong but also wise and soft and caring. There is no other Rock like Him. All I need, all we need, is that One Rock. Unlike other collectibles, we can not buy Him because He already bought you and me. He is a free treasure.

May you find comfort in having the One True Rock with you every day,

Christina


2 thoughts on “I Like Rocks

  1. As a toddler, I would collect rocks too. One day, my mom asked me to not do so because I would bring handfuls into the house, and they would get caught up in the carpet, only to be discovered when she vacuumed. She changed my diaper one afternoon, only to discover that I’d packed it full of … ROCKS! ( How’s that for creative and sneaky!) I only did that once, but it makes for a funny story! ❤️

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