Rocks in My Pocket

Today is Easter Sunday.  Brian and I went to church, and sat by a woman and her little girl. Elizabeth, the little girl, liked everything that I liked, but wanted to hear none of the things that Brian liked.  She asked a million little questions, until her mom quietly shushed her.

We were given a tiny little pebble at the beginning of the service.  They were supposed to be representative of the harbored thoughts, sins, etc. that hinder us in our walk with Christ.  When we took Communion, we were supposed to lay them on the altar, but I forgot mine in my pocket.  It’s not often I wear a dress with pockets.

So as I was changing into my “regular” clothes after church today, and thinking how terrible my allergies are this year (seriously – I’ve NEVER had allergies before this year, and they kill), I found the pebble in my pocket.  I started thinking – If I really had a pebble for every sin, bad thought, grudge, or angry feeling I’ve ever had, I could probably own all the rocks on the planet.  So what makes this rock so special?

This pebble represents the thing that is a burden right now. If I pray for one problem that I have right now, and ask the Lord to take that away, then I can move on to the next.  And then the next.  It all starts with the first one.

So, what does this pebble represent for me? Considering it is six days until my anniversary, I think the pebble represents how I speak to Brian.  And how funny I thought it was that the little girl next to us didn’t care what he had to say.

I think her mom was trying to help me out when she answered the questions about who my favorite person was with “it’s probably her husband.”  And she’s right.


654 – Pebble Art. Photo Credit: Pshutterbug via Flickr

What does your pebble represent today?

20 thoughts on “Rocks in My Pocket

  1. Your comment about carrying a stone for every sin, bad thought, grudge, etc. was great. We did almost the opposite in church last summer – we wrote on a (small) rock what we were thankful for to carry with us as a reminder. I forgot about until I found it in the bottom of my purse months later. It was a timely reminder…

    • I’ve never thought about the stone for all the bad stuff before, but have done the thankfulness thing, too! What did your stone say? It’s kind of funny how fast we forget we have them with us. Just before I got up to take communion, I thought, “okay, I have to lay it down.” Get to the front, forgot.

      It really is a good metaphor; I mean, if we carry all these heavy things around with us, we can’t go anywhere. We’re just kind of… stuck. I think he borrowed it from a book, if I find out, I’ll reply with the comment.

      Thanks for reading, and for sharing!

      • It said “here” – meaning my home, community, church, all those things. When I found it, I was feeling overwhelmed and frustrated (and probably a little cranky about the weight of my purse). It was good to just take a breath and re-evaluate.

        If you do find out it’s from a book I’d love to know. Enjoy the rest of Easter!

    • Thanks, Sass! I can’t really take credit for it, at all; but I definitely thought you guys might like to do some thinking, too. Would love to be an accountability partner for you, if you want. :) Let me know!


  2. I have to commend the connection between pebbles, and what creates an anchor for us. Beautiful connection. Sometimes it takes an external force, for us to become aware of these anchors.

    • Most definitely. Like the “Known to others/Blind to self” quadrant of the Johari window. That’s why knowing how to take feedback is so important, it’s how we start to see those things that are blind to us.

      Keep discovering those blind spots/anchors. :)

  3. This really resonated with me. As a little girl, I was definitely the uber-curious Elizabeth you might find in a church, asking a million questions.

    I also have been trying to improve the way I speak to others recently. Your comment about taking one burden at a time was so right.

    • I was an Elizabeth, too. And the fact that she was drawing a picture about everything I said was so like me, too. I just hope that I wasn’t the girl who said she didn’t care what the woman’s husband had to say! Considering my loving nickname from those who knew me well was “Cass-a-sass,” I may have been…

      Working on that now! :)

  4. Love this post and all it says to me. Reading the end where you talk about Brian, I think about Easter at my sisters and hearing two of them slightly bad mouthing husbands and others thinking it was funny. I commented once and I was the bad guy for not taking it as a joke. I did not see their husbands laughing at the joke.

    • I have to remind myself all the time that Brian is my partner, and we have to be for each other, and build each other up with loving support. If we can’t verbally support each other in front of our friends and family, how can we expect others to? Way to go for sticking up for the husbands – I wonder what I would have done in the same situation.

      • A long time ago someone said to me after I made a bad comment, “Deb, doesn’t it say in the Bible for wives to respect their husbands and husbands to love their wives?” I took that to heart and practiced it every day. I am divorced after 35 years of marriage but I was a good wife, he was an abusive husband. I now have a new man in my life and I show him the same respect. It is so true that men crave respect from us, even more than love.

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