Rock Pile

"Dad, I need your help!"



"You can do it."



"No, I really need your help!"


There is a big pile of gravel by the family cemetery. The rain has washed it's slopes slick and steep, but that does not stop our young adventurers quest to conquer the peak. As they ascend, the gravel slide from beneath their feet, and Cole finds himself in a precarious predicament. He calls out, but I just encourage him as I know he can handle this feat. Shifting lower to the ground and using his hands he scrambles to the pinnacle. Standing atop, he beams with delight before descending with the grace of a snow boarder.

Sometimes, we find ourselves on losing ground, slipping closer to the edge, fearful we will not make it. We cry out, with seemingly no response from our Father...does that mean he is not there, watching, encouraging us, giving us the strength to tackle the obstacle set before us? That He is not smiling down as we overcome?