I am a gatherer clenching stones in my hands, cradling them along the crook of my arm until they are too much for me to carry. So I drop them in a place marked only for me. And I continue to gather them until all the stones are collected. Sometimes they feel round, smooth and small. Other times they feel large, heavy and awkward. But each one bears my name, and though they have been scattered, I am discovering them one by one. Separately they seemed distant and small, but put together they form a place of worship; an altar for my King.
"There is a time for everything... a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them."
4 days ago