We all have that one thing.... that one person... that one being,..... alive or inanimate, that is our muse, our constant thought, it holds our hope, it holds our souls, it holds our hearts. It's our Strong Tower.
God knows that He is my Strong Tower. He is my Rock.
I have always loved rocks. I've loved how they feel, how solid they are, how natural, and beautiful, and unchanging they are. I love to slowly caress them, and I am never surprized at how cold they are on hot days, how hot they can be on cold days, and how ever smooth, inviting and comforting they are all the time. He's that way to me.
Think about the "worry stone". A tiny piece of comfort people would rub to take their worries away. Rocks remind me of all the things I love. They're solid, like my faith. They're natural and beautiful like my very closest friends. They're virtually unchanging.... only water, wind, and time, only the very most gentle things can slowly, and patiently, change them, much like myself. And, like my faith, my true friends, and who I am discovering I am in this earthly coccoon, I find great comfort in those few, precious things I can count on.
The best in life is free. The best things in life aren't things, their gentle spirits who dance with us on this magical earth, navigating the way to something far better than what fills buildings, stores, expectations, and dreams. The best in life shines light on you, gives you what you need to press on, rubs shoulders with you when you feel like you're going to fall down, and lifts your head to look up, when you've fallen and feel like all hope is gone. Love those who love you. Really love those who know no love, so they too may experience what only you have the power to give.
Love people, use stuff. Do you're best to never get those things turned around and you will find that the whole world might not be right, but your world will be.
3 comments:
Yes, it is those real 'beings' in our lives that make us whole. People we love, and the people who love us in return, as well as those other 'companions' we include in our circle and on our journey. I like your analogy of rocks & stones. Solid. Just can't get enough.
Nice pictures...where is that?
xoxo
It is where I am taking you. In August. You have pulpit... I have Harney.
Rock of Ages. . ."My hope is built on nothing less. . . "
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