Rocks

That little girl is me. That woman in the snazzy matching jogging suit and tightly permed hair is my momma. And in between is the most precious pile of rocks I had found on the beach that day. To my momma, they were a pile of rocks, ordinary, dirty, plain. To me, they were treasures, friends, and I had some stories I was ready to tell her about those rocks as I begged her to let me take them home because they needed a place to be loved and cared for, those sweet rocks. She listened. I gushed. And in the end, I think I only got to take one home. A small one. She didn't care one wit about those rocks. She cared about me. And in that moment, what was important to me, was also important to her.

I wonder dear friend, are you having a hard time believing that God cares for what aches your soul? Well, He does. If my momma, sweet and loving woman that she is, in all her humanity can care about my rocks, you better believe that your perfect Heavenly Father cares about what you care about. And more, He cares for you.

"Now suppose one of you fathers is asked by his son for a fish; he will not give him a snake instead of a fish, will he? Or if he is asked for an egg, he will not give him a scorpion, will he? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him? So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and he who seeks, finds; and to him who knocks, it will be opened. " Luke 11: 11, 12, 13, 9, 10

God cares about your "rocks". Because He cares about YOU. Believe it.