Remember last week when I told you about asking for a fish and getting a stone?
A friend told me afterward that sometimes we think we’ve asked for a fish and still receive a stone, and when that happens it’s because we cannot fathom the unending blessing and goodness of God—what we’re really asking for is a stone and what He is giving is a fish.
Protection, she called it, from what would ruin us, because He knows best what is best.
I hear that and receive it, but I don’t like it. I don’t like it because I like fish and I like a particular kind of fish and I see other people getting the fish they asked for and I can’t figure out why He won’t give me the particular fish for which I crafted a beautiful ask.
Instead he plops a stone down into my lap—it’s hard, uncomfortable, and it’s covered in dirt.
Well, what am I going to do with this stone, I’m asking Him.
And He’s not answering. But it’s not because He’s not good—I know it’s because He is good and sometimes answers come slowly, like rocks eroding in a river instead of fast like fish swimming downstream.
So I’m turning this rock over in my hands and trying to see the beauty in it. And if beauty cannot be found in it, I’m trying to see hope in it. And if hope cannot be found in it, I am trying to see His goodness in it. And the truth is that His goodness can be seen in every common and broken thing on earth.
[What do you do with a stone when it's not the fish you asked for?]
[Email me and let me know, really.]