Friday, August 29, 2014
Everything Has A Story
A couple of weeks ago I went camping out by Lake Biwa (the largest lake in Japan) with my family and a few other families. I wasn't feeling very social for some reason, though, and spent a lot of time scouring our little beach for good stones to skip on the water—that's "skim" for all you Brit English-speakers. (Interestingly, it was a lot easier skipping stones on the waves of the ocean at the beach we had visited two weeks earlier!)
While wading out in the water with the kids, I sometimes looked down for stones to skip with. I saw this one and had to pick it up. At first I thought it was something about the colors. When I took it out, though, it didn't seem so extraordinary. But still I held it. Or it held me. Was it the shape?
What came to me as I looked at it was:
"Everything has a story."
It was like the Spirit and nature itself said it to me. I knew it, through and through.
This little rock has a story. I don't know where it's been, what it's been through, what it's touched and what it's seen, but suddenly I was captured in marvel, wondering about its story.
It wasn't the most beautiful stone, but I couldn't part with it yet. I put it in my swim trunks' pocket, and carried it around for a day or two while we were there.
I went inside our tent and took the picture above because I wanted to remember it. (But first I had to make it wet again because it looked different when dry... the stripes and colors faded.) Having done that, it didn't seem right to keep it, so I tossed it back into the lake. I had to let it continue its story.
I wasn't thinking of writing about this at all here, but just wanted to post it on Facebook. But a few days ago I read a chapter of Kent Nerburn's book, "The Wolf At Twilight" (which is a follow-up book to "Neither Wolf Nor Dog").
(Read the excerpt here in the first comment below this post.)
The ramifications of this... I'm kind of floored. I mean, I didn't think there was any deep meaning to this. I was moved as I held the rock and considered it.
What if what Dan said in the story is true? What if...? I don't even know how to ask, Unetlanvhi.
Yes. This is what Dan meant. This is what Creator wanted me to find, to pick up, to hear, wonder, consider, and be moved by. He loves every thing, and every thing loves Him back. Even this little stone from Lake Biwa. It has a journey, just like I have a journey. It has a story, known only to itself and to Him.
Wado, Unetlanvhi. Wado.