My son is all boy. He adores bugs and loves a muddy dirt hole. This summer he is two and a half, a ball of happy energy that the Lord uses daily to remind me of His presence.
These days, when I ask Jacob what he’d like to do, he says, “Rock hunt.” To us, a rock hunt consists of walking hand in hand down the street with a bucket and a baby sister in tow. We search for special rocks to add to his bucket. Most of the “rocks” he selects are really just clumps of hardened dirt or broken pieces of concrete from cracks in the street. Still, he carefully selects and studies these things, eagerly plunking them into his orange bucket of misfit rocks. We stop every couple of steps because a rock has been spied.
On this particular walk, it was hot outside, the baby was getting fussy, and I had to get them back home to finish dinner. I wanted Jacob to quickly find a few good rocks so we could finish up and head home.
We made only three feet of forward progress before he stooped down and picked a dinky little rock off the end of someone’s driveway.
“Come on Jay,” I said, tugging at his hand. “Let’s keep walking and we’ll find some bigger rocks!”
He wouldn’t budge. “No mommy,” he said. “This rock.” He was fixated on it.
After a silent eye roll and a sigh, I wiped sweat off of my forehead and stooped down again to see what about this little granule was so intriguing. He pointed to the side of it. “Blue,” he said.
Indeed, there was a tiny blue stone embedded in this rock. He loves the color blue. And therefore, he loved that rock. He smiled at his newfound treasure, and into the orange bucket it went.
Overlooked by the other multitudes of children that bike and run down our street, that rock was special to him. He sought it out, saw the goodness and beauty in it, and cherished it. Suddenly I felt my eyes well with tears, the kind I get when I know the Lord has spoken profoundly.
You know what? We have all been that rock.
Wherever this season of life may have you, I’m sure you know what I mean when I say that seasons can weather you. The stress and hurried pace of life can wind your soul so tightly that you feel depleted of joy, beauty, and peace.
In my season of mothering an infant and a toddler, there are many days I feel weathered and worn down. Motherhood is just as messy as it is beautiful, and I get dirty. I make a lot of mistakes.
I feel like that dinky little rock sometimes, so caked with dirt and dust that the pretty things don’t show. God speaks wondrous things in these moments, and by His grace, messy is not the end of our story.
We serve a God who seeks the lost, pursues the broken, cleanses the dirty. He’s not looking for the biggest and shiniest. He paid with His life to find you, regardless of the dust and nicks from your journey.
If there’s anything I hope to teach my children, it’s that. When everyone else would say, “Just pass that one up. There are bigger ones ahead,” our Lord God sees you and says, “Nope. This one.” And just like my little Jacob with his orange bucket of rocks, the Lord redeemed your life from the pit. He saw you and stooped down to pick you up out of the dirt. He dusted you off, polished you, and noted all of the ways you are fearfully and wonderfully made. And then He rejoiced over you and called you His.
Friend, you are a treasure, cherished by the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. On the hot days when you are sweaty and weary, rest in this truth. Be refreshed.
And grab a bucket because you never know what our gracious God has in store for you. I can promise you one thing – it’s going to be good.
A special note: Friends, this post was scheduled weeks ago. However, our God truly knows everything – all that is, has been, and will be. And He knew that our guest author today, Rachel, would be able to use a bright spot and some extra prayers on this very day, as she and her family live near the flooding in Texas and are dealing with the hurricane. She’s told us that while her home is not yet flooded, many of her friends nearby have had to be rescued by boat. Women of (in)courage, we know that encouraging others is so your heart. Would you leave a note in the comments for Rachel today, letting her know that you’re thinking of her and praying for all our friends in Houston? Then pop over to today’s companion post, which includes several practical ways you can help our neighbors in Texas.