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Two Rocks and a Hard Place |
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About two years ago, my husband and I moved next door to my
parents after my dad had been put in jail for consecutive DWIs. I knew
my mother would need help, and my husband reluctantly agreed to go with
me. We were also parents of a new baby. So newly weds-of 14 months, six
month old baby, a big move, next door to parents--ok not the smartest
idea! We argued because we didn't understand each others frustrations.
We were still new at this marriage and parenting thing and didn't want
to ' bother' each other with mundane details. I went for a walk on my
grandparents adjacent property. It's raw land that I played on as a
child. I prayed to God and asked Him why are we having so many troubles?
Are we suppose to be together? I looked down and saw a rock in the shape
of a heart. I picked it up and in looking at it saw another just past
it. Of course I picked it up as well. They fit together ever so
perfectly along with their rough halves. I got it. We each have our own
rough spots and tendencies, but we do fit together as one, just as God
had ordained. I took those rocks home and put them into my husbands
hands. I told him of my walk and revelation. We hugged each other and
knew this was God's plan, as we had once upon a time before all the
mayhem.
Polly Bond
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