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| REST STOP #2: STUBBING MY TOE ON GOD Directions: Use this reading to guide your thoughts and feelings about God. What new thoughts and feelings do you have? What doesn’t’ feel right? Find a small pebble and carry it around with you for 24 hours. Let it remind you to listen for and look out for God. STUBBING MY TOE ON GOD: Rocks are peculiar in their complete non-peculiarity. What is more boring than a rock? I mean, really. There it is—brown or gray, odd-shaped but nothing to write home about, dead. They are very small and inconsequential. You don’t go walking around saying, “Ooh look at this gorgeous rock.” (Unless of course you are in Yellowstone National Park or the Grand Canyon.) What is gorgeous about the petrified rock on northern Arizona is unimaginably nondescript in the pebble in my yard. Or can I just not see it? And rocks are everywhere. They’re a dime a dozen. Actually that would be a good price. And sometimes I would pay to have some ten-year-old pick them out of my new garden plot. They are a nuisance. A bother. They’re rocks. Continued... |
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