When I was little, I collected rocks. Intensely. I would spend hours in the creek beds digging around looking for the most perfect rock, smoothed down by the rolling waters and weather. Every once in a while I would find a beaut; hidden beneath the red clay and sand, between rough duds just waiting for me to pick it up. Most of these lucky occurrences would be after a big storm that moved around the creeks treasures, hiding some but uncovering others.
Rocks are often over looked. They are dirty, rough and are basically everywhere. But when given the time to search, one can find a gem that was created from years of settlement, erosion and pressure.
We are like rocks, just rolling around this world. Each day adds another layer of dirt and each obstacle is another bump against the creek bed or stormy night that washes us a way to a new location. But our faith and hope in The Magnificent is the roaring creek, eroding away all of our hard edges and dirty clumps. But unlike little tiny me who only picked out a few special rocks, we are all special. God picks us up whether we are rough or smooth, grey or bright and he washes us clean. He sees the beauty and the potential inside our hard surface. He makes us part of his special rock collection in whatever stage. Lastly, this i not a little collection in a brown paper bag that gets lost after adulthood. No, this is a collection that is cherished and loved forever.