She ran up, glibly, leaning backwards over the line of burgundy chairs before me.
“Here ya go,” my little sister in Christ said. “This pebble is for you; it’s smooth because we learned that God often makes us go through tough places in order to become smooth.” She handed me a small, penny-sized charcoal colored pebble. It was smooth. She smiled as I gave my thanks.
How could she have known such a small, worthless stone could mean so much to me? And that was weeks ago. How did she know that I would have needed the encouragement that little pebble gave me today? She didn’t; but God knew.
I thank God for using the storms in life for His glorious and good purposes. I thank Him for molding, shaping, and sometimes opening the flood gates upon me so that I can be conformed closer and closer into His image.
I thank Him for small, smooth, charcoal colored pebbles.