About My Pet Rock

I have this friend. This friend is like no other friend I’ve ever had. He hangs out with me every day. He has spent countless hours in the library with me as I hammered out 20 page papers. He has been kidnapped multiple times for just being around me. He has traveled with me across the country. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am talking about my pet rock, Rosario.

I know what you’re thinking. The words, “Jennifer, you’re crazy!” has left the lips of many a human being. But I love my pet rock. Part of the reason I love him is because he is totally unique. He is painted almost completely purple, except for a little green spot on his “cheek”. He has two googly eyes, one significantly larger than the other. The smaller eye has a little crack in the middle. He has a glue mark just above the baby eye indicating the former placement of a previous eye, and he has a huge black afro poof on the top of his head. On his back side, there are some spots that I missed while painting him, so I can see where my fingers were holding him as I painted his body.

That’s the other reason I love my rock: Because I made him. He is a reflection of my creativity. The sun was shining that day, the birds were singing, and I was having a great time celebrating the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi. The paint, the googly eyes, and the afro poof were a reflection of what was in my mind at that moment, and now I get to see a physical representation of my creativity every day.

God has this friend. This friend is like no other friend he’s ever had. He hangs out with her every day. He has spent countless hours in the library with her as she hammered out 20 page papers. He has given up his life for her to just be around her. He has traveled with her across the country. Part of the reason he loves her is because she’s totally unique. She has a few little baby hairs on her head that refuse to grow longer. She has two bottom teeth that curve inward a little. She has a hitchhiker’s thumb that can bend completely flat. She has one ear that is shorter than the other. In her heart, there are some spots that match God’s fingerprints, so he can see where his fingers were holding her as he gave her his divine life.

That’s the other reason he loves her: Because he made her. She is a reflection of his creativity. The baby hair, the hitchhiker’s thumb, and the short ear were all parts of a reflection of what was in his mind at the moment, and now he gets to see a physical representation of his creativity every day.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am talking about me. And I am talking about you.

Although your details may be different, the overall story is the same. Every little detail about you is a reflection of the Father’s creativity. There are days I wish those baby hairs would grow longer, or that my crazy thumbs wouldn’t creep people out, but all of these things are just part of a larger collection of the things that make me unique! Rosario the Rock is, admittedly, crazy-looking. But there is no rock in the world that looks like him, which is part of the reason I keep him around. He shows me a little bit of myself. No matter how much we compare ourselves to others or wish we could change our appearance, we need to remember that we are a reflection of God’s thoughts! We show him a little bit of himself every day.

I challenge all of you reading to look at yourselves, and ask God to show you something about himself that is reflected in you. Ask him to reveal a little bit of his personality that can be seen through you.

I want to leave you with what I think is one of the most romantic verses in the Bible:

“For you created my inmost being;     you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;     your works are wonderful,     I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you     when I was made in the secret place,     when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body;     all the days ordained for me were written in your book     before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God!     How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them,     they would outnumber the grains of sand—     when I awake, I am still with you.” Psalm 139:13-18

Originally Posted on Ablaze Ministries’ Blog 11/19/2013