Moving Rocks
A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox with his box of cars and trucks, and his bucket and spade. In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox.
The boy dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt. With a little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his feet. (He was a very small boy, and the rock was very large.) When he got it to the edge he couldn't roll it up and over the little wall.
Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, but every time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox. he grunted, struggled, pushed, & shoved; but his only reward was to have the rock roll back, smashing his fingers.
Finally he burst into tears of frustration. All this time the boy's father watched from his living room window as the drama unfolded. He walked over to the sand pit and said, "Son, why didn't you use all the strength that you had available?"
"But I did, Daddy, I did! I used all the strength that I had!"
"No, son," corrected the father kindly. "You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't ask me." With that the father reached down, picked up the rock and removed it from the sandbox.
Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed?
Are you discovering that you don't have what it takes to lift them? There is One who is always available to us and willing to give us the strength we need. Isn't it funny how we try so hard to do things ourselves.
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