When I was younger, I had a rock collection of the most beautiful rocks from my driveway (trust me, it was awesome). Not only did I collect them, I had to wash them with soap and then proceed to color them with markers, paint them, or even put wiggly eyes on the masterpieces and make them my friends.
Mariah must be my child because she enjoys this same weird obsession.
So, how is it that beautiful childhood rocks can turn into something so ugly and painful? Thankfully, children can enjoy this part of Creation before they realize the effect they might have in the future.
Is it possible for God to turn ugly rocks, even unintentional rocks, into beautiful rocks again?
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