Because I live in the desert it involves a lot of rock. Big rocks, little rocks, and rocks of different colors. I find myself looking at rocks on the side of the road and longing for them. I really want the boulders, but my back isn't strong enough to pick them up. I love the sunburned rocks that you see here in Arizona. They are two toned, pale cream on one side and black on the side that the sun hits all day long. Yes, I have stopped and taken a few specimens from the roadside.
As I was placing gravel the other day I was struck by the differences. At first glance it all looks gray and boring then you will see one that looks polished or a red one or one that is cut open and has color inside of the boring gray. Some are smooth and some are rough. Some are dull and some sparkle when the sun hits them just right.
I think that we are like rocks. So many times we get caught up in what we see on the outside and we make judgements. I am like that, I see rough edges and make assumptions. I don't like that part of me much, but it is who I am.
But what if we were geodes?
On first glance they are not attractive. Bumpy without much color lying there on the ground among the other rocks. Then the magic happens...you cut them open to look inside and they are full of color. They can be purple, blue, yellow, etc. They are full quartz crystals. They are transformed when cut open.
Our souls I think can be like geodes. So many times they do not look like anything special to the naked eye, but in the hands of the artists they are transformed into shining crystals. God is the artist of our souls. It is He who cuts open our souls and transforms us from the boring gray rock that many would pass by. He is able to see inside. Our task is to open ourselves so that others can see what Our Lord sees.
~Cindy
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