A few years ago, I spent an hour or so each day for a month filling my rusty wheelbarrow with river rock from a huge pile in my backyard and filled in bald spots in the front and side yards. With each scoop of rock, I resented the fact my husband was too weak to help me move the rock, or to do anything else around the house. I began to despise the rocks (and whoever put them there), and my heart turned as hard as granite.
One day while raking the soil around the rock pile, I saw it—a heart-shaped granite rock. I picked it up, brushed the dirt off, and put it into my pocket. A few minutes later I found another, and then another, until I had a pocketful of rocks. The next day when I went out to move rock, with each scoop of the shovel, I search for more heart rocks.
By the time I moved the last of the rock, I had found over a hundred of the precious rocks. I believe God provided me with the granite “manna” to change my woes-me attitude to one of gratitude for a loving husband, my good health, and a fine home—with an overabundance of river rock.
Dear Lord, grant me a heart strong as granite, but soft enough to absorb your love. Amen.