I’m struck by how many beautiful stones lie and wait for us to walk by and notice in the shallows at water’s edge. Unique, varied, jagged and new, smooth and worn by years, they’re vast and gorgeous. I think I’m the only one, the bright orange one rounded on one side and rough on the other, until I stand back and see all the others. All of you, your beauty, your variety, knock me off my feet. Keep being you, keep allowing the Creator to shape and color you and place you right where you belong. I need you next to me.