A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss...

Lately I've felt like a rock standing in the middle of a stream. The years pass, and I stand here as the waters rush joyfully by on their way to the sea, laughing as they go. They go and I stay, shifting an inch now and again as I settle deeper into the silky silt that lines the bed of this exuberant cataract. The waters jostle me as they pass, changing me in their inexorable flow, wearing me down, tumbling me about in the Spring melts. They change me ever; I change them never.
So it seems to me........when I am down at least, but.......God created the stone that silent and steady stands in the middle of the stream as well as the water that laughing swirls and twirls about it. He created them both... as well as the fish that flash and splash through the water and nest in the shadow of the stone... as well as the bear that seeks its flashing and splashing dinner in the shadow of the silent stone, deep within the laughing water... as well as the hunter that rests upon the steady stone and sips of the swirling water... as well as the eagle whose shadow skits across the crouched form of the hunter far below as she soars high above all with wings outstretched and motionless. ALL things were made by Him, and without Him was not any thing made that was made.* He made them to be what they are. What business does the stream-bound stone have wishing it were the the laughing water, or the flashing fish wishing it were the elegant eagle? He made them as they are; He does nothing without reason, and all the earth shows His wisdom and handiwork.**
Whats wrong with being a stone anyway? Yes, I may not rush on and live life like the stream, but I do sport a nice furry growth of moss, and thats something no rolling stone may say.

*John 1:3 **Psalm 19:1