LETERS: LEARN TO LET GOD HOLD ALL THE ROCKS

To the editor:

The other evening I went to bed early. I was feeling extremely worn out from the burdens that were weighing my poor body down.

After I went to bed, however, I was not able to sleep. The thought occurred to me that perhaps counting sheep would take my mind off my problems and help me go to sleep.

When I began my effort to picture sheep jumping a fence, to my amazement the picture on the screen of my mind was someone handing me a rock. The rock was the size of a golf ball, and I quickly tossed it out of sight.

After doing so, I was handed a rock the size of a basketball. Once again, I gave it a toss, and it tumbled down a hill out of view.

I was suddenly handed a rock that felt as if it weighed 100 pounds, and it was as wide as my two arms could reach out to hold it. At first, my legs began to tremble from weakness, which was followed by a quick drop to my knees. The rock was still before me with all of its weight resting on the palm of my hands.

Out of desperation, I cried out to the Lord: "Please, Lord, take this rock from me and give me rest."

I saw another hand reaching out, and it took the rock away. I knew it was the hand of the Lord. He wants us to hand him our problems and the burdens that weigh us down. He was showing me that until we are willing to trust and hand him life's little rocks, we will only be faced with much larger rocks to handle.

Look back over the past few weeks, I wish now I had handed him that golf ball-sized rock.

RON FARROW

Cape Girardeau