Prayer Rock

On the small table in the backyard where I have my early morning coffee there sits three rocks from Manitou Beach on Bainbridge Island, WA. We lived on the beach for two years while I was Associate Pastor at Rollingbay PCUSA. Every now and then I find myself, without forethought, picking up a rock and simply holding it, rubbing it, feeling it’s weight. Upon reflection, I sense the call I discerned during my sabbatical in Scotland continuing to work within me: live a smaller life; live closer to the ground. At times, holding that rock is prayer; and connecting to the Earth; and being reminded of the ebb and flow of the tide (of life) that smooths our rough edge over time.

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