I love rocks. I snap endless photos of rocks and boulders, and cliffs at the Woods. The tale they tell is endless. This morning, I saw inscribed on a rock CCC, which stands for the Civilian Conservation Corps. The CCC was responsible for most of the buildings at Giant City State Park, just a few miles from my home. My father-in-law and his twin brother both worked for the CCC at Giant City and are in a photo in the Dining Room entrance of the Lodge. Of course, the story is thousands of years old, which is told by the sandstone. Water has shaped the stone, molded it over many years.

So it goes with our lives. Problems that seem immovable and permanent are transformed by the steady drip of time. The only certainty is that things change. Whatever mountain you encounter is changing before your eyes. God is systematic and orderly. His time is not our time. Change is on the way.

We are flesh, blood, and bone. We are temporary. Leaders who frighten us will not always be leaders. Illness that buffets us will not always do so. Relationships that hurt or perplex are feeling the drip, drip, drip of the revealing water.