Out Of The Rock

 Today's a short one on God's voice in an unlikely place---out of the rock.

On my way back to the apartment a few mornings back, I stopped for a few minutes, to simply take in the morning some more. I stopped by a rock. I had sat on this rock a few times in the past on my usual morning walks, and didn't so much pay attention to it. I usually take these walks---around 7:30 to 8:30am, sometimes later if I happen to rise late---to sort of wake me up and think a bit.

Today, I found myself standing in front of the rock. I was about to sit on it, like I normally do. But before I did, I stopped for a minute, and it caught my eye.

"How interesting, this," I thought.  

Out of the rock, a plant had grown. How can this be, and why am I noticing it now? Lately, I have had to deal with some challenging things, and often wondered what the way forward is. But here is a plant, seemingly weak---it's a small plants without strong roots like big trees have---finding it's way through the rock---through the situation, through the odds, through the improbable. 

It's far removed from the ground below, where soil is, yet it rises. Someway, somehow, it finds soil, its roots fight the rock and take a hold, and it grows!

What I hear it saying? Simply this: I am a particular plant, my seed is in me, and what I am I will be! 

Of course the plant didn't create itself. It's Maker we all know, and what power He has put inside us to do well! What's on our side is greater than what's against us, and in the fight, we get stronger. We must be!

A good morning this was, and surely I did wake and think.