I heard God at the playground through a little boy named Matthew.
Kids ran by screaming, playing tag. On the pirate ship little 5-year old boys were yelling and laughing. Little giggles from the girls riding in the wagons and in the toy cars echoed from the other side of the playground.
“Miss Hoffman, Miss Hoffman! Isn’t this the most beautiful rock you’ve ever seen?” said Matthew with such excitement, so eager for me to look into his tiny hands.
I was sitting down, Matthew was at my eye level. He raised it up about a hands-length from my face.
“It’s all dirty!” commented Emma in a matter-of-fact way.
“But even with the dirt its so sparkly and beautiful. The white is like sparkly snow. I’m going to take it home.”
“Put it in your pocket, so it stays safe.” I said.
“I just want to hold it. I like holding it,” replied Matthew in his sweet voice. “I want to keep it in my hands.”
At the end of the school day, Matthew carefully took his rock home.
God spoke to me at the playground today. When I got home and began to journal, I thought about this little boy Matthew. I wish I could record his sweet voice, and kindergarten words.
The past two days he has found the simplest things and has just admired their beauty. He made sure I knew. Yesterday it was a blade of grass. Today it was a sparkly white little rock with dirt on it, a pink flower, and a wheat stalk. Tonight, as I was having time with the Lord, I began to weep. The revelation I was reminded of was the one at the playground. The innocence of Matthew and his sweet perspective on those objects are the thoughts of our Savior toward us. God, being man and strong and holy and a warrior, is also the very one to hold us in his hand and admire our beauty and uniqueness. He is sweet and gentle, protective and observant. Not only will people, but we ourselves will comment on our mistakes and ugliness. We rehash the past, critique our shape and body, but regardless, the Lord looks at our life in such splendor. He wants to take us to his home, to speak sweetly to our heart, and tell us that we are significant; we are not just any plain “rock.” We don’t believe his words, we don’t trust that he will protect us.
I was reminded today through a child that we sparkle in the sun and in the dark. We will sometimes be undervalued, not valued, or looked over. It does not matter. Gods thoughts towards me are of utmost importance and worth. I wept because on the playground I could hear the Lord tell me that we are the rocks that he is willing to pick up and place value on us, just as Matthew did with the rock today.
Kids ran by screaming, playing tag. On the pirate ship little 5-year old boys were yelling and laughing. Little giggles from the girls riding in the wagons and in the toy cars echoed from the other side of the playground.
“Miss Hoffman, Miss Hoffman! Isn’t this the most beautiful rock you’ve ever seen?” said Matthew with such excitement, so eager for me to look into his tiny hands.
I was sitting down, Matthew was at my eye level. He raised it up about a hands-length from my face.
“It’s all dirty!” commented Emma in a matter-of-fact way.
“But even with the dirt its so sparkly and beautiful. The white is like sparkly snow. I’m going to take it home.”
“Put it in your pocket, so it stays safe.” I said.
“I just want to hold it. I like holding it,” replied Matthew in his sweet voice. “I want to keep it in my hands.”
At the end of the school day, Matthew carefully took his rock home.
God spoke to me at the playground today. When I got home and began to journal, I thought about this little boy Matthew. I wish I could record his sweet voice, and kindergarten words.
The past two days he has found the simplest things and has just admired their beauty. He made sure I knew. Yesterday it was a blade of grass. Today it was a sparkly white little rock with dirt on it, a pink flower, and a wheat stalk. Tonight, as I was having time with the Lord, I began to weep. The revelation I was reminded of was the one at the playground. The innocence of Matthew and his sweet perspective on those objects are the thoughts of our Savior toward us. God, being man and strong and holy and a warrior, is also the very one to hold us in his hand and admire our beauty and uniqueness. He is sweet and gentle, protective and observant. Not only will people, but we ourselves will comment on our mistakes and ugliness. We rehash the past, critique our shape and body, but regardless, the Lord looks at our life in such splendor. He wants to take us to his home, to speak sweetly to our heart, and tell us that we are significant; we are not just any plain “rock.” We don’t believe his words, we don’t trust that he will protect us.
I was reminded today through a child that we sparkle in the sun and in the dark. We will sometimes be undervalued, not valued, or looked over. It does not matter. Gods thoughts towards me are of utmost importance and worth. I wept because on the playground I could hear the Lord tell me that we are the rocks that he is willing to pick up and place value on us, just as Matthew did with the rock today.
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