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God Rocks, Mommy, God Rocks!!
Finding Amazement in God’s Creation
Autumn J. Conley
We had only been hiking for forty-five minutes, but being the indoor sort of person that I am, I was on the verge of being absolutely miserable. I wasn’t used to this kind of physical torture and was not in the least bit enjoying it. I am a secretary by trade, highly accustomed to (and highly comfortable with) sitting at my desk in my air conditioned office exerting no more physical energy than it takes to click my mouse or run a photocopy or scribble something in my day planner. When my little girl asked me to go on a hiking trip through the “forest” with her and her uncle, I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it, but I also knew that I could not possibly look into those pleading eyes on that Sunday afternoon and find a reasonable excuse that would allow me to refuse her. And so, the three of us put on our grungy clothes, our thickest soled no-snake-can-bite-through-these shoes, filled our water bottles, piled into my Corolla, and headed to the State Park for Cissy’s first ever hiking adventure.
In light of the fact that we were moving very slowly so as to allow her little five-year-old legs to keep pace with us over the muddy and rocky hiking trail, we were making pretty good time. Cissy was absolutely enthralled with all of the new things she was seeing on her very first hiking trip through this “jungle” (which was really not much more than a State Park woodlot). I suppose when you are five years old, even the smallest trees look massive and even the smallest spiders look monstrous, and even the smallest animal noises sound mysterious and intriguing. But to be perfectly honest, I was far from being intrigued. I didn’t verbalize my complaints, but it was most obvious to my brother that I was longing for my air-conditioned house and my remote control and my comfortable Sunday afternoon napping sofa.
By the time we reached the bridge that crossed over the widest part of the river, I was hot and tired and ready to find my way back to the air conditioning and the shower and a fresh, pair of dry socks. I was bug-bitten, sweaty from head to toe, and I could have sworn that poison ivy was setting in at that very moment. Frankly, I was ready to turn back. I trekked on behind my brother and my daughter, wishing every minute that I’d hear her say, “Mommy, I’m tired...can we go home now?” – but she never complained, not once. For the first time in my life, I was actually longing to hear those inevitable childish words pleading, “Are we there yet?” but she said nothing of the sort. And so, on we trudged.
It wasn’t until some time later that I realized the beauty of what was going on inside that little brain and that little heart of hers as we treaded on through the hot muggy Midwestern Ohio woodlands. We walked up the riverbank a bit to a shady area that was completely surrounded by cliffs and rocks and boulders. It reminded me of something you would have seen on an old Western movie, except for the man-made bridges and “No Trespassing – Flora Preserve Area” signs that were posted about in certain areas of the terrain and the Park Rangers riding by occasionally on mountain bikes.
As we walked up a slight incline, which caused me to huff and puff a bit and wish all the more that I was at home, I heard my daughter sigh with awe, regardless of the Park Rangers and the No Trespassing signs and the man-made bridges.
“Mommy, God rocks!” she exclaimed. Now, at first, I wasn’t sure what she meant. Did she mean that as a statement about God? Maybe she was so overtaken with the hugeness of this place and the natural wonders that I had so conveniently ignored all day that she was realizing how awesome God is. And, in some way, that was exactly what she was saying. But when she went on to explain, I was completely impressed by her perceptiveness and so utterly ashamed at my own nonchalant ungratefulness.
“God rocks, Mom, over there,” she repeated, pointing toward two huge boulders that would not have even fit in my family room. “See them, Uncle Jay?” she asked, motioning my brother to witness this wonder for himself.
“What are God rocks?” I asked her. And, without a hitch, she sighed at me put her little hands on her hips, slightly rolled her eyes as if to say, “Sheesh, mom” – obviously upset with us for not sharing in her excitement. “They’re God rocks because if God wasn’t holding them up like that, they’d fall right off the edge.” As I looked a little closer, I realized she was absolutely right! The boulders were sitting right at the edge of one of the cliffs, with what appeared to be the greater portion of their huge mass overhanging from the edge of the cliff. They seemed completely suspended by some sort of invisible ropes or something. Logically and scientifically, there seemed no plausible reason that they should not be tumbling over to the river below. My little girl was right. These were “God rocks” indeed, and in the midst of my unimpressed, complaining spirit, I had forgotten that every leaf we had brushed past, every crawldad we saw scattering out from under the rocks at the riverbank, and every cricket we heard were divinely created for a reason. Maybe that reason was just for our pleasure and enjoyment. Maybe that reason was to reveal to Cissy and to once again remind me just how big and strong God is.
My daughter accepted Christ in March of 2003, and there is no greater joy than seeing how God reveals himself to her little by little, day by day. The scriptures tell us that creation itself is a testimony of God’s power and divinity, and these “God rocks” revealed these things to us in a visible language simple enough for a five-year-old and her indifferent mother to understand. “For since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.” (Romans 1:18 NIV) Whether you are a desk person or a complete nature lover, it is important to remember that when you compare His greatness to your own fatigue or scientific logic or even the beauty of nature itself, you will find it very true indeed that “God rocks!”
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