Someday, I hope to have a home with land big enough for a rock garden. Not just any old rock garden with any old rocks, but a special rock garden commemorating God's goodness to me, the way it was done in the Bible. One rock for each time He's come through in some mightily improbable way for me and my family. (It would have to be a very, very large garden, unless I use small rocks.)
Right now, I keep shifting from house to house in Sydney and it's left me feeling very unsettled... but it has taught me that He is my ultimate dwelling place. As long as my home is in Him, I belong; I am safe; I am secure. So I can't have my rock garden yet... but I have my Rock.
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