A Prayer to Stack Stones By Jessica Van Roekel "I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old." - Psalm 77:11, ESV “Bring a rock the size of your fist,” the voice on the phone instructed. In an instant, I was eight again, walking ankle-deep in the lake, searching for another rock to add to my collection. The lake represented my happy place where smiles graced faces, imaginations took flight, and time together translated into love. I collected pink-speckled rocks, semi-opaque white ones, and smooth skipping stones. They were more than pebbles to walk on. They were the foundation of memories that carried me through an unsettled childhood. And then they were gone. |
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