A Stone from my Journey

So our week continues to be a bit rough, but as I have often found when you seem to be in a bit of a valley, there are always moments of beauty that God provides along the way. 

It all started on Saturday morning with lots of snow.  Now, don't get me wrong I like snow.  Winter is not my favourite season (how uncanadian of me!) but if we are going to have bundle up because of the cold at least it is bearable if it looks nice and pristine white outside.  The problem was not really the snow but the fact that I needed to take the girls to dancing first thing in the morning, which was in the next town and the snow plows were not even out yet.  So coffee in hand, I rushed around the house trying to get the girls ready even earlier than usual, as we needed to shovel out the driveway, clean off the car and figure out the best roads to travel.  At the last moment, my son Liam asked if he could come and I said "Sure but you need to help shovel."  Finally, we were off.

I think we were about halfway there when I realized I had forgotten my purse.  Not the brightest thing to do in the midst of a bit of snow event but we were too late and too far from our house to turn back, so onward we traveled.  When we finally reached our destination and I got the girls into dance class, I turned to Liam and said "Well buddy, now we have to wait for an hour.  What would you like to do?"  "Can we go to Tim Horton's so I can buy you a hot chocolate, Mom?" he asked.  "Oh you don't have to do that Liam, you can just get yourself something." I answered.  "No, you forgot your purse and you got us here without crashing (I thought it was nice of him to notice).  I actually want to buy you a hot chocolate.  Come on let's go!"  he said.  So off we went.  He bought my hot chocolate and we sat at a table and talked for over half an hour about life, and God and things that mattered to him.  The time was precious.  It was a moment of beauty in our journey and one that I may have missed if life had cooperated and been a smooth ride.  It was a moment that I am writing down because I don't want to forget and I don't want my son to forget.   Spiritual markers and the moments that only God could orchestrate should be remembered and memorialized.  I love that God cares enough about me to bless me through Liam.  

So Joshua summoned the 12 men 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 waters of the Jordan were cut off in front of the ark of the LORD's covenant. When it crossed the Jordan, the Jordan's waters were cut off.' Therefore these stones will always be a memorial for the Israelites." 

Joshua 4:4-7