God is so good. He is creative, amazing and breathtaking. He is teaching me lessons through rocks. One of the awesome things about this month is that we are 15 minutes walk from the South China Sea beaches. The other day, Ryan and I were walking down on the beach just praying and asking God for direction in people to talk to, and while we were walking, I was looking at all of the rocks that were implanted in the sand and being tossed by the waves. There were many beautiful rocks, and God used this time to point out and remind me of a couple of his truths. Amongst all of the beautiful colors and designs in the rocks, there I noticed a pattern, as I picked up rock after rock to look at it, the vast majority of them had cracks or partitions, making them look as if they had been broken before and then pieced back together. Have you ever tried to break a rock and then piece it back together? I’m assuming it would be very difficult. What God told me as I held these broken rocks that were fascinatingly beautiful was that this was what I was supposed to be—a broken rock that He had taken and put back together. He wants and needs me to be broken before he can piece me back together with his love and his affirmation. Oh the lessons learned from rocks… But that’s not the end of it! He gave me two other revelations that I want to share with you as well. Again as I noticed the beauty of the rocks that were in the ocean, I also noticed the dullness of most of the rocks that were in the sand, not being wet by the water. God reminded me, it is only after we are washed in his blood, that our true beauty is revealed. Want to know something else? Most of those rocks that were being washed were going through pain (not that rocks can actually feel pain, but stick with me here), they were being smashed over and over again against other rocks, but that allowed them to be smooth and perfectly rounded. I’m not trying to over-spiritualize rocks on the beach, I’m merely sharing what God reminded me through something as simple as rocks being washed in the waves of the ocean. The last thing that he reminded me came as one rock in particular caught my eye, lying there in all the colorful and patterned rocks around it, was one stark white rock. It stood out so much because of how perfectly white and blameless it was. I’ve never seen a rock as pure white. God just spoke to me, Ryan, this is how I see you, because of my son, Jesus. You are pure. You are clean. You are blameless. Live in these truths!
I didn’t think that coming on the race would mean that I would be learning lessons in the ways that I am, but if God continues to speak through something as simple as a rock on the beach, who knows what could be next?!
