His story, that we get to tell

He,

Who is our creator

Is our Rock.

We,

Who are his creations

Are his minerals.

Each mineral 

being a piece of the Rock.

A Rock

Being the story

The minerals 

               Will tell 

 

The word Creation, has been given to me over and over the last few weeks. I was so curious on why that word kept popping up. It didn’t even have to be the word. Sometimes it was just nature that reminded me that every single thing we see, feel, touch, smell and hear was CREATED. 

 

As I sat outside for quite a bit trying to come up with a poem to write, the word ‘Mineral’ kept coming across my brain. I kept thinking “how am I even going to use the word ‘Mineral’?? I never payed attention in science class, I don’t even know what it means!” I continued to look at the ground, and I saw larger rocks next to these tiny pieces of rocks. So I gave myself a little science lesson and put two and two together that the tiny pieces were the minerals of the big rocks next to it. Next thing you know, my brain was blown away by the thought of how much story those little tiny pieces have to tell. They’ve been kicked around, thrown into dirt piles, maybe even painted on?! Shoot! Even during ministry this week, we used big rocks and tiny rocks to make cement! But with out that first form, the BIG rock, their wouldn’t be any minerals.

 

So that brings me to how I see our relationship with God. HOW COOL, is it that we are minerals of HIM. We have SO MUCH, of HIS story to tell! We get kicked around, just like a rock. Feeling like you’re not good enough is like being in a dirt pile. Being in a season that feels like you’re stuck their forever, is like a rock being stuck in cement. Whatever we go through, the Rock has to go through as well. We are HIS art. 

 

We speak the words that he gives us. Just like the words in this poem I wrote. The words I speak, are his. Therefore, I am a piece of him.