“Put your shoes on. We are going outside now.”
“You push the stroller, and I’ll push the wheelbarrow.”
“Mama! Wait for me. Don’t go so fast.”
“Okay, kids. I need you to look for rocks about this size, but they can be any shape. When you find one, put it in the wheelbarrow. I’ll help you. We will work together. I want to fill this wheelbarrow with rocks this size.”
“The wheelbarrow is half-full! We are doing well. Good job. Thank you for helping me.”
It was about this time that Sprout looked up at me, dirt on her face and hands, and asked, “Mama, why are we putting these rocks in that wheelbarrow?”
Ah, the faith of a child. The faith of a little rock mover doing what appeared to be a meaningless task without question, without hesitation.
“Well, we need to load them in here to take them elsewhere because they are small, but heavy. It would take many trips if we carried them in our arms.”
We continued loading, filling the barrow about halfway. It was as heavy as I could manage at that point, especially as we had to travel slightly uphill to our destination.
“No, children. We are going this way. Follow me, please.”
We arrived at the spot where my new flower beds would be.
“Okay, here’s what we are going to do. I’ll lay out some larger rocks every so often to make the shape I want, and you two can fill in with the smaller ones. Place them as close and tightly together as you are able. Do not worry about the size of each rock or fitting them together perfectly. I will come back and fill any gaps that you accidentally leave.”
We began laying the rock border for my new flower bed.
“Mama, why are we putting these rocks here in the grass?” she said with a confused look.
More faith. A little rock mover tasked to lay out the rocks. She did so without hesitation in precisely the manner I had described. She stopped, wondering what the purpose of this job was — not questioning the job itself, just desiring a deeper understanding of the puzzle of this work.
“We are making me a couple of flower beds. I want the rocks to go around the edge like in that space over there. Eventually, we will add mulch. Without the rocks, the mulch would spill out all over the grass, and the edge would not be neat. With the rocks, Daddy can spray to kill the grass and make a neat edge.”
“Oh. Why do the rocks need to be so close together?” she asked as she carefully laid another.
“So that the mulch won’t slip through any large cracks.”
The faith of my little rock mover shined that day.
He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.Matthew 18:2-4 (NIV)
Be a rock mover. Have faith.
For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.Matthew 7:8 (NIV)
Yes, ask your questions. Ask with the faith you have. Seek and knock for answers that strengthen your faith. But do not hesitate to step through the door, make the call, answer the pressing in your heart, do the impossible, perform the task.
Be a rock mover of great faith.