I love stones. I have been a rock collector my whole life. My poor mother watched me box up and move the same rocks, move after move. I still have many of them. So many characteristics call to me in them: the solidity, the age, colors, textures (especially smooth ones), the weight. Several sit on my desk, and every once in awhile I will pick one up, hold it, and just think for a bit.
Unsurprisingly, stones pop up often in my artwork. This week I will share several of those pieces with you. The first is these stepping stones, covered in moss, peeping out of water. I thought of the large stones that you hop one to another across a creek as I painted. Some are dry and easy to stand on, some are covered in moss, wet and slippery–stones you can’t quite be sure of your balance upon. You could make it to the other side, you could slip and fall into the water. But either way, whether dry or wet, we will make it to the other side. No matter what.
Tanner starts full day school today. Public school. I am standing on a mossy, wet stone right now. I had to hop from stone to stone in the first place to start homeschooling, and fell in a few times. Now to backtrack, I am not leery or worried, not necessarily nervous, but I am sensitive, uncomfortable, a bit tense. I don’t know which stone we are going to jump to next. But I have realized and remembered that I just need to take it one stone at a time. My inner critic keeps wanting to look back, and the planner wants to look way down the creek. But I really do just need to wait, watch the current, and then follow the stone that God will point out. Have faith. Know that God is planning. Know that this stepping stone and any others that follow will be okay.
So today, I am going to carry a stone around with me. To remind me that God planned these stepping stones eons ago. They have been carried by the waters, smoothed and honed, and lasted. And God will do the same with me.
Do you have a special stone? Are you hopping from stone to stone now?