Sacred rocks dot the landscape of the Old Testament. 

Places of remembrance piled in reverence and response,  

Piled in thanksgiving and obedience.

Man-made piles of stones giving testament to who God was and is,

Giving testimony to the abundance of His provision.

 Rocks piled when promises were heard and promises were kept.

Rocks piled when the Lord was seen and the Lord was experienced. 

The work of lifting and stacking stones marking the work He had done.

Rocks piled on the places that He led them and met them.

Stones that stood to remind of what would be too quickly forgotten.

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My words are my rocks that dot the landscape of my life.

Places of remembrance piled in reverence and response,

Piled in gratitude and humility.

Stones that give testament to provisions met and promises kept,

Giving testimony to the abundance of His grace and His goodness.

I pile these rocks to remember who the Lord has shown himself to be,

To remember the questions and the answers, the hurts and the healing.

The work of sorting and stacking stones that I too may mark the work He has done.

My words are my rocks piled on my heart and on these pages.

May they remind me of what I saw in the times I cannot see. 

Genesis 28:18, 31:45, 35:14, Joshua 4:9, 24:26, 1 Samuel 8:12