I love this reminder that God is with me. There are times we go through things that we don’t understand and they’re so hard to accept. Sometimes, knowing that God is with us through it all is all we have to cling to…when the morning hasn’t come just yet.
Big, jagged pieces of concrete and old hunks pavement ground their bones deep into the mud. While they held the creek bed from eroding away, painfully absent were the smooth stones that grace lovely mountain streams and clear running brooks in far-off places–the kind of streams that parks are built around and people hike to and strip off their socks for–to place weary feet on, to caress their soles against smooth, lovely stones—allowing the tensions of hard, heavy lives to be cooled and released–carried off by a swift-moving current to places far, far away.