"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock."
My granddaughter, Virginia Rose, is fascinated by rocks. Not long ago, she discovers the pebbles in our gas-log fireplace (pictured above). Oh, what fun she has grabbing a handful, dribbling them on the hearth, and putting them back in place only to start all over again.
There's only one problem.
Her Papa (Danny) isn't keen on Virginia messing with the little stones. Too many of the end up in a crevice of the grate and have to be fished out. An irritating task for large hands!
So, when we are traveling home from Cherokee two weeks ago, Danny has an idea. He stops the car at a small picnic area alongside the Nantahala River and walk down to its shore.
"See there," he says, pointing to the thousands of smoothly rounded pebbles and stones strewn along the bank. "Let's pick some up for Virginia. Maybe it will distract her from the fireplace."
"Great idea!" I say, and help him gather them until we have a small collection.
We stash the beautifully shaped and colored stones into a baggie and we're ready to go.
Wondering . . .
Will they do the trick?
Sure enough. On Virginia's next trip to our house, she makes a beeline for the fireplace.
From which she is gently, but firmly, removed.
And shown the new rocks we have for her to play with.
Silky smooth. Polished by eons of river flow. Cool to the touch.
One happy, happy baby girl!
Is your house built upon the Rock?
Will you pray with me?
We thank You, Father, for being our rock of refuge and strength. Build in us a sure foundation of faith. Let our trust in You ever be rock-solid. Amen.
Psalms 85, 86 or 91, 92
1 Samuel 2:1-10