Piled Rocks

I passed by a pile rocks on the side of the road today. In an out of the way place, on a hill overlooking the Sacramento Valley, there they stand. A rock pile? Why? Well, I set them up several months back to remember an event of change that took place on that very spot. Few if any, would know their meaning.  Yet, this little pile of stones was simple evidence of God working in my soul. This heap of rocks helps me remember crossing a threshold in my life; they stand as a memorial. They are an outward memory of a battle won.

Several small stones are placed on one large stone. The large bed-rock stone is symbolic of the rock and foundation of my life, which is Christ. He is my foundation and salvation, both here in this life and for all eternity. His holy power which raised Him from the dead, is also the same power that enables me to move through a pain filled existence without addicting chemicals to control the pain.

As Israel was about to move from their 40 years of wandering the desert, God instructed Joshua to set up a pile of 12 rocks (one for each tribe). One pile of rocks lays by the banks of the Jordan river, near Jericho. Yet, one pile is in the midst of the river, where they crossed on dry ground. God still sees the one in the river.

Our Father sees our misery. He sees our pain. He knows when things are hard for us. He knows when we need to remember. When doctor's tell you that you just have to live with something, or go about altered, know that there is a great physician who created all. He still sees and cares.