But, it is the perfectly tumbled rocks that hold my attention this morning. On our last trip to Maine, I brought home bags of them, and made my suitcase exceed the weight limit. We had to pay extra for my weighty souvenirs. "What do you have in there, rocks?" my husband kidded. Well, yes. I did. And I learned my lesson.
This trip I'll totally put my beach rocks in my carry-on bag.
It has taken years upon years of waves tumbling these rocks to knock of all their sharp edges and polish them into things of beauty. Picking them up this morning reminds me of the song we used to sing in toddler Bible school, " I'm just an old chunk of coal, but I'm going to be a diamond some day..." Formed by pressure, polished by tumbling. Good things can come out of these squeezing tight times.
"There is hope for me yet
Because God won't forget
All the plans he's made for me
I have to wait and see
He's not finished with me yet."
(from "Wait and See" by Brandon Heath)