For those of you wondering, no, I’m not a huge fan of the Flintstones, I’m not a geologist, and I’m not a Zen gardener.
The pebbles come from a loved bedtime story.
When I was ten years old, one of my favorite books was an allegorical story called Hinds Feet on High Places. The main character was a girl named Much Afraid who had a deformed mouth and twisted feet. One day the Shepherd invited her to follow him from the valley where she lived to the high places far above
The journey was difficult, but after every trial, she learned to trust the Shepherd more. With her growing trust, she surrendered her pride, her fears, and even her deepest desires. Each time, she built a little altar. Each time, she took one of the small, plain stones and put it in her bag to help her remember.
My blog is for me like that little bag of stones. Each post is small and comfortable to hold, cool and familiar in my mind.
As I learn to trust my Good Shepherd, I don’t want to forget where He’s taken me. And maybe someday my stones will become something beautiful in His hands.