A cool spring afternoon, the sun shining as a soft breeze meanders across the freshly greened landscape; a perfect day for a stroll, hand in hand with my sweet bride. The path follows a small stream bordered with lush greenery, blooming flowers and small trickling waterfalls. Stopping at a footbridge, we sat listening to water cascading over stones both large and small, relishing this quiet time together.
The water’s surface reflected my wife as the beauty that she is; however, my image was obscured by protruding rocks, honest enough as I am hard headed and a bit dense at times. Sharp edges proved these rocks were recently quarried, as natural river rocks are smoothed by years of passing waters, yet here they stood, various size, shape and color, creating a masterpiece in water and stone.
Limestone is comprised of ancient shells and fossils, creatures who once thrived on an ocean floor, dancing with the ebb and flow of the waves of their day. Compressed by the ravages of time, they have become firm foundations for the places we dwell. I, too, am a product of my forefathers (and mothers), who in every size, shape and color thrived in their day. Solidified by faith in the Mighty Hands of the Creator, they became the foundation of all that I am.
“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6
As with the oddly shaped stones, I have sharp edges as well, being only part of the larger rock face of those who traveled before me. Years of being washed by living waters of faith have softened the rough surfaces with small broken pieces again becoming sediment flowing downstream. Gathering with others, I pray God will form them into foundations for those that will follow.