The Poor Man's Diamonds

I live close to a quarry and now that the wather is warmer, I get to take wonderful long walks each morning (after my brood is in school of course) with my two best friends - "Goodness" & "Mercy", who follow me everywhere I go.  I traveled amongst still knee high snow drifts left as heavy gifts by Old Man Winter during the week of February 8th.  Today, to my amazement I saw huge chunks of clear rocks.  Just abosulutely beautiful to the eye and sparkling bright in the last of winter's sunlight.  I could not resist but to pick one up as they were everywhere.  So by the time I was home, my pockets were full of rocks.  It slowed me down a little but I was only thinking of the look on my son's face when he sees them.

I thought to myself, "My son the scientist (one day) will surely treasure these gifts."  The road I travel is less than three miles and can be steep in some places.  Nevertheless, as I listen to Chris Tomlin & Casting Crowns bellow out tunes, I ponder the road in my life that God has lain before me.  I think about the sacrifice He made as I head toward celebrating another Passover.  How thoughtful He was to put me before Himself & lay His blood on the door posts of my heart so that the angel of death would pass over me.

He too, sees beautiful pieces of quartz laying all around and chooses them.  He picks them up to carry them to show His proud Papa.  Some of the pieces break or shatter on the way back home as the road He travels is too rough for them and they cannot withstand it.  So they don't make the journey.  Others, become refined from rubbing against other pieces He has placed in His pocket and indeed at journey's end are even more beautiful than when the journey first began.

I want to be like the latter.  So that when He presents me to His proud Papa he can say, "She wasn't this beautiful when I found her, but oh look Dad how the journey has made her gisten and sparkle.  I am so glad I chose her.  Even though I carried the weight of her sin & shame, I knew you would be proud when you saw her."

These little rocks may not mean anything to a jewler who searches for the most precious stones to be sold at auction to the highest bidder and the wealthy.  They may seem to be just a poor man's diamonds but oh how they remind me of God's people.

"Many are called but few are chosen."  Matthew 22:14