Remembering stones remind me of God’s faithfulness when I cannot find Him
The most precious part of being a Nanna is the priceless treasures handed me from chubby little hands. I have several tote boxes filled these treasures. A rock collection, stickers, handmade cards, pieces of string, and various other things. Each one comes with a story filled with excitement; I love each small cache. In this season of minimalism, I cannot bear parting with them.
“After the entire nation had finished crossing the Jordan, the Lord spoke to Joshua: ‘Choose twelve men from the people, one man for each tribe, and command them: Take twelve stones from this place in the middle of the Jordan where the priests are standing, carry them with you, and set them down at the place where you spend the night.’
So Joshua summoned the twelve men he had selected from the Israelites, one man for each tribe, and said to them, ‘Go across to the ark of the Lord your God in the middle of the Jordan. Each of you lift a stone onto his shoulder, one for each of the Israelite tribes, so that this will be a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean to you?’ you should tell them, ‘The water of the Jordan was cut off in the front of the ark of the Lord’s covenant. When it crossed the Jordan, the Jordan’s water was cut off.’ Therefore these stones will always be a memorial for the Israelites.” Joshua 4:1-7 CSB
Led by Joshua, the Israelites are about to receive their inheritance by crossing the Jordan River, entering into The Promised Land. Forty years have passed since they were led into the wilderness. Today is the day. God does not want them to forget where they have come from to where He has brought them.
The stones are a reminder of this day. They are also a reminder to future generations as God commands this moment to be passed on to their children.
We too need to remember the times God has gone before us, parting the waters; when He provides and sustains us in hard places. On the other side of difficult circumstances, we become complacent and comfortable, forgetting our own need for rescuing.
Journaling as I spend time alone with God, spend time in His Word, is an essential spiritual discipline for me. There are times and places I want to place remembering stones lest I forget where He was, or how He went before me, preparing the way.
Remembering stones remind me of God’s faithfulness when I cannot find Him. As I collect each remembrance of His steadfast love and devotion, I write them in my journal. On dark days when I am needy and broken, losing sight of His faithfulness, opening pages of my journal reminds me He is with me. He has never left me; He will never abandon me, nor does He abandon you.
I want to encourage you to begin the spiritual discipline of journaling. It is through this discipline I can see His steady hand upon my life.
Gifts of Grace
PS: My first book, Mornings In The Word is available now, you can get your copy here! If you are reading, I would love for you to share something that spoke to you. I cannot thank you enough for your love and support for this small piece of my heart.
In case you missed these posts:
You are welcome here! Sign up here and receive new posts directly in your inbox.
I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.