Between Rocks & a Praise Place

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There are rocks all over my house. My 17 year old daughter has collected them as long as I can remember. She still enjoys rock collecting very much, and every time we go camping, that’s one of our favorite pasttimes. Some might say it’s a little childish… but I beg to differ!

These days, her interest in rocks lies in precious gems. We have been studying earth and space science this year, and she simply loves these lessons. We’ve learned the where’s and why’s and how’s concerning mining and rough gems. We’ve learned a bit about the heart-wrenching diamond fields in Africa. There are SO many things I didn’t know!

These Rocks Are Special

There’s something special about the rocks that make it into our home. For instance, there are rocks on my kitchen island, on my spice rack, and on a table in my foyer. There is a Country Crock butter bowl FULL of gorgeous rocks on the bookshelf in the living room. Rocks line the coffee table most days, and I have several on the desk in my office.

Sometimes, I think to myself, “I really need to clean these up and do something with them.” Then again, they mean more to me than most could ever know. They not only are reminders of all the great times we had collecting those rocks, but they remind me as well to praise God at all times.

And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.

Luke 19:40

You see, if we didn’t praise Jesus, the ROCKS would! And every time I look at one, that’s exactly what I think. It stops me in my tracks, and I have to take just a moment to praise Him. And there’s ALWAYS something to praise Him for!

Not In My Place…

There’s a song that says, “Ain’t no rock gonna cry in my place, long as I’m alive I’ll glorify His Holy Name.” I love that song. I often play it around the house and I never fail to sing along. Loudly. Every. Single. Time.

What about you? Do set aside snippets of your day in which to praise Him? Not just on Sundays, either. I mean every day. He is worthy, OH how He is worthy!

Give this song a listen and see if you don’t feel the same way we do….

5 Comments

  1. bornagain732

    We have rocks here and there too! I am the worst about seeing a rock some where and thinking one of my kids needs it-well that thought has traveled down to my grands❀️ My oldest grand daughter likes to go rock picking and then decorate them ❀️
    I absolutely love everything about this post, Stac!
    P. s. Keep the rocks where they are πŸ˜‰πŸ‘πŸ»

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    1. Stacey Lynn (Post author)

      That is so awesome! I’ve done the same things. My girl loves any rock with a pink-ish tone (her birthstone is a ruby) πŸ™‚ And you know, I think I WILL leave those rocks where they are!! πŸ˜‰

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      1. bornagain732

        πŸ‘πŸ»β€οΈ

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  2. TammySD; of Telling Hearts

    So sweet and homey! Thank you for encouraging praise sister. I have some sweet memories about rocks. When I was little, we lived by a railroad track, and the rails ran on ties driven into rock and soil. Collecting from there I learned there were certain ones that looked rather ordinary and smooth on the outside, but if I busted them open there was….. QUARTZ. I was absolutely fascinated with this. So interesting the creator made our world. All glory and honor to Him.

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    1. Stacey Lynn (Post author)

      Isn’t God amazing!! I remember busting rocks open like that too when I was little! My Daddy was a heavy equipment operator, and sometimes he would break ground for a new building and dig into some amazing finds. I remember one time, he dug into what we thought was a batch of fossilized eggs… Lord, it’s been SO many years ago! There were several oval “rocks” all bundled together and Mom and Daddy broke one off, and broke it open, and sure enough, it looked like a rock version of a boiled egg, with a perfectly round center inside! We never did find out what they were, but that was one of the most interesting things I’ve ever seen πŸ™‚ Thank you for sharing your childhood memory. I treasure that!

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