Project

In the week after Lydia's death, Micah and I went and spent some time hiding away in Maine. We have some dear friends who have a cottage right on the water. We spent the days sleeping and reading. When we weren't sleeping or reading, we were walking the beach. As we took a walk the last night we were there, I started gathering rocks and shoving them into the pocket of my hoodie. Once my pocket was full, I started handing them to Micah. All told, I think I got five pretty large rocks.

Now, I'm not a crafty lady. I have my moments of inspiration but I don't really have the patience for intricate, time consuming projects. The plan I had for these rocks was very simple. I wanted to write on them things that were important to me, always to remember the meaning of these words in my life. And I wanted to write them on these rocks, gathered at the beach days after I buried my child because I knew then, as I diligently searched for the right rocks, that holding on to these things in the days to come would be important. In the clear moments of that week, I could see far enough down the road to know that I would need reminding.

So, a couple weeks ago, I finally finished my project.

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1

Though He slay me,
yet will I hope in Him.
Job 13:15

Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices in the truth
1 Corinthians 13:6.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13