I am in awe of the natural beauty of our “backyard” but there’s something about the rocks themselves that bring me a kind of peace that is hard to describe. Not just the majestic Tetons, which are the most wondrous rocks I’ve ever seen, either. I mean all the rocks, big and small.
They keep me grounded (no pun intended) and solidify my belief in something much bigger than myself and this blink of an eye that is my lifespan here on planet earth.
This aptly named ‘third rock from the sun’.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always found myself spending a lot of time marveling at them, collecting them and just appreciating the existence of rocks. I love to feel the large, smooth stones beneath my bare feet and to hold the smaller ones in my hands. I love to ponder on their origin, their composition and their seeming agelessness.
I often think of them as almost immortal building blocks of the Creator himself.
Sometimes I wonder what they think of me, which is silly because they aren’t conscious (or are they?). Plato seemed to think so, but he believed everything was conscious.
I’m not so sure.
The bible makes so many references to rocks I can’t list them all here, but one of my favorites is this one:
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God ; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.Psalms 62:6
Once, when we were out hiking and I was feeling particularly low about my health issues, it was a handful of cheerful, painted rocks left along the trail by some anonymous, kind soul that lifted my spirit and reminded me that things were going to be okay no matter what…
In that moment, it almost seemed as though they were conscious and speaking directly to me! Or, better yet, as if God himself was sending me the exact message I needed to hear at that moment in time using the rocks as special messengers.
I was tempted to take them home with me as a keepsake but then I remembered that these weren’t placed there just for me. They were placed there for everyone who hiked the trail that day and in days to come as a reminder of just how special we all are. Each and every one of us!
So instead, I took these photos to remind myself of this fact and to share with you, to remind you that not only are you special, too, but that everything is going to be okay.
No matter what.
After all, the rocks don’t lie. 🙂
Happy Sunday, everyone. ❤