Day 10 – My Eyes Are Dry
Today’s thought is shared by Angie Palazola…
“I tell you,” He replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” (Luke 19:40)
By a dried up creek bed filled with sticks, stones and fallen leaves, tiny frogs and toads of every color hop around my feet trying out their new legs, and it all makes me consider the meaning of being transformed. Everything I see here was once something else – new spring blossoms, a swimming tadpole, or even just sedimentary filament underneath a gushing stream that God, in His Wisdom and in His Divine Power, set into motion to create these rocks; these randomly strewn, baked and battered, broken and thirsting rocks. A song comes to my mind that makes me think how very much like these rocks I am:
My eyes are dry, My faith is old, My heart is hard, My prayers are cold, And I know how I ought to be, Alive to You and dead to me…
This past year has brought so much pain and illness, worry, troubles, and even deaths into my life. It has left me feeling as beaten and useless as these rocks. But, the Father knows His creation. These stones … just as parched and cold as my tattered faith and weary heart at times. He placed every one of the grains of sand and seemingly meaningless and unconnected specks of debris right where it needed to be for both the hands of time and the rushing water to transform them into these beautiful stones that are speaking to me now. These stones truly sing out praises to God and help me see that He is also the God of transformation. Like these rocks, I’ve been strong and I’ve been weak. I’ve felt like I was floating and I’ve been left completely drowned. I’ve withstood cold and I’ve experienced life’s burn. But, I’ve also been faithful to God, and at times I have gone through periods of backsliding. I must always continue the Good Fight, even though some days I don’t feel like I’m winning. My God uses every hurt and every loss, every storm in life, to help me grow stronger and to transform. He is transforming my heart into the Christian rock of both strength and thirst that reaches out for Him.
“What can be done with an old heart like mine? Lord of all, and lover of my soul, I know You will transform me again just as You have time and time over. You use the Living Water that is Christ to make my stone-like heart soft again, just as the song begs of You. You continually wash me anew, restoring my soul, and molding me just as You do these precious stones who sing Your praise before me. Please, my God, keep transforming me every day. Don’t allow me to give up. Mold me and make me into the Christian woman You would have me be. Thank You for the sacrifice of Christ that makes it possible for me to come before You in His Name.”