Last year, I wrote about memorials and God’s faithfulness. This year, I’m making an addendum.
Long ago, my family vacationed in the Ozarks. Yes, those Ozarks. I have relatives who had a cabin on the lake and we’d go up (or down. I really have no idea where the Ozarks are since I was always drugged out on dramamine in the back seat) to fish, swim and ski.
One year, Dad and I found a rock. A really cool rock. The kind of rock dragons would live in if they were itty, bitty dragons. Since I happened to have a family of itty, bitty ceramic dragons, the rock came home with us.
Years, and I mean years, later, the rock found a home in Gethsemane, next to Grandma Turtle’s “plain yeller’ iris.” I loved thinking about an itty, bitty praying mantis living there.
Well, about two weeks after the sewer replacement, I remembered that special rock. The rock Dad and I found at the cabin in the Ozarks. It had been right in the path of the backhoe and now there was no evidence of anything that had been in the path of the backhoe.
My heart sank. Yes, I should have paid more attention, but I had a lot of stuff going on at the time, and I forgot about my rock. The rock that was now gone forever, probably buried eight feet down next to the perfectly aligned PVC sewer pipe.
“God, I know it’s a rock. I know I’m a big girl, and I can get over it, but if You would do me the kindness of giving me back that rock, I’d surely be obliged.”
Guess what I hit with my shovel the first day out?
That rock is back inside my house. It sits as a permanent memorial of God’s faithfulness. Yes, it’s a rock, but my Daddy in Heaven gave it back to me.
He also gave back Grandma Turtle’s yellow iris. They will never be plain to me again.
Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! Matt 7:9-11