I was moving my cable from one side of the house to the other. Thankfully it was easy to do. Getting out was easier because I already knew what movements to use. When I was through and standing upright, I felt some of the little pebbles that were under the home in my shoes. I took off my shoes and shook them out.
It reminded me of being a kid and getting sand in my shoes. It was very uncomfortable so shaking out the sand brought instant relief. Pebbles from the beach or from the river water were tolerated for a time because playing brought with it more patience for pain.
Then there's the story about the oyster. Remember that? The oyster is very sensitive. So sensitive that if a grain of sand, if just one little grain gets inside, over a period of time, it turns into a pearl! But that's not the only way. Click on this link to read more about oyster's making pearls
Back to pebbles. I've always liked pebbles. I like the feel of them when I pick them up in my hands and let them fall out of my fingers to the ground. I like walking through them and seeing how big my foot is. I like spreading them around and making hills out of them. Kid stuff.
Little rocks. Aquariums, too. So many uses, really.
I enjoy rocks and arrow heads and fossils and lava and red rocks.
I'm a rock collector.
For the sheer joy of something solid our God has made on our earth.
Rock solid.
