Sometimes, in truth at some point during most days, I want to stand and scream or fall in a toddler melt down ball and scream, ” I can’t do this anymore. I am NOT good at this. It’s way too hard.”
Maybe I SHOULD actually do that, but with Abba. Maybe we all should. But only with God or a trusted friend and then we will have brought our inability and ineptness into the light.
No doubt at that point, God will say with total love and gentleness something like, “I know. Lean on Me, Rest in Me, My strength is sufficient as is My grace.”
Oh that’s right he has ALREADY said that to us.
Look closely at the picture… that little bit of coquina stone appears to be held in the palm of a hand. If that stone could talk, it would probably have said similar to what I feel at times during the days of this season of life. Coquina is a sedimentary rock that is composed either wholly or almost entirely of the transported, abraded, and mechanically sorted fragments of the shells of either molluscs, trilobites, brachiopods, or other invertebrates.
Wonder if the original organisms would like to choose to have become coquina? Wonder if the bit of coquina wanted to be tossed in the waves?
Of course that is silly in a way because they can’t talk and they have no choice.
We can talk and we do have a choice, but don’t we sometimes feel like coquina? But isn’t coquina the prettiest thing? I was so happy to find it.