They say that God writes on our hearts and whispers to our souls. I believe these statements to be true. Today, though, I encountered something out of the blue that suggests God also writes on rocks.
Moments after receiving a phone call, with the sad news that my uncle was being removed from life support, I stepped outside. I needed quiet. I needed space to cry. I needed to talk to God.
So, I walked. And, I walked. With the autumn breeze pressing against my back, I wandered off the beaten path praying silently. In more of a conversational way, I prayed through my tears and by raising questions to God, such as, “Why?” and “How do we comfort my aunt who will be lost without her husband, whom she’s cared for over the past 10 years?”.
I know that not every prayer gets answered immediately, nor is the answer usually direct. Today was different. God had a gift for me.
As I rounded the corner of the walking path…a path I take every day…a rock caught my eye. Stopping and backing up, I looked again at the smooth rock that was nestled amongst the leaves, at the base of a bush. Bending closer, I saw there was writing on the rock. Picking it up, I saw that the rock had inscribed upon it, “John 15:5”.
Of course I immediately knew that what was written on the rock was in reference to scripture, but I had no idea which one. Had it been John 3:16 (“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son…), I would have gotten it right away. Not this verse. So,I googled it and found, “I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit, because without me you can do nothing.” John 15:5
Turning the rock over in my hand, I saw a drawing of a tree with dots of color surrounding it. The rock itself was amazingly smooth and cool in my hand. Back and forth, I kept turning it over and looking at it in awe and disbelief.
Stunned into silence, focusing on this rock, I finally heard God. No, He didn’t speak out loud to me. He spoke to me from the message on the rock. I could see it, feel it and was fully aware of what God was saying to me.
The answers I needed were there. I was being reassured that by leaning on God and staying close to Jesus that He would help me find my way and do what I needed to do. I was not alone and I didn’t have to figure it all out on my own.
Whether the rock and it’s message came directly from God’s hand, or whether it was written out by someone and left behind, is of no matter to me. Because either way, God was speaking to me and that rock was for me to find and to be reassured and comforted. Of that I have no doubt.
I’m sharing this story with you so that if you have any doubts about whether God hears your prayers you will know that He does. Not each and every one gets a clear reply, certainly not like what happened to me today. Maybe I’ll never get another message like this again, and that’s okay. Having this one sign, this one message, that God hears me, loves me and is speaking to me is all I need. Today, amidst the sadness in my heart, I feel peace and hope.
Have you ever had a sign that God’s heard and answered your prayer in a very unique and tangible way? Please share and inspire us with your story.