The patio is complete and all but a little yard work is left before I am finished with this neverending house/yard project.
Right before Kris left I had one last favor to ask him. I wanted a small area in the corner of my backyard to be a private, quite and very special space. I showed Kris a basket full of rocks that I have kept near our door since November 2008. Each stone has a scripture written on it’s surface and each one is a unique and precious gift to me.
It was Fall 1995, when I joined a very special group of women who I have become my body of Christ. The group has changed and morphed over these nineteen years. Some of our members have moved, some sadly passed away. New members came as old members left, but I continue to feel a very strong connection to women who have been and still are a part of this group.
This is a group of spirit-filled, Godly women who have celebrated, laughed, cried, prayed and supported one another through every experience life could imagine. These of women have been responsible for creating a sweet ministry that has blessed untold numbers of people, and I have thankfully been not only a part of this group, but also the recipient of their loving kindness.
One day soon after we learned of Steve’s tumor, I found a rock on our front door step with a Bible verse written on it’s surface. The next day there was another one with a different scripture offering promises of God and hope for the future. Each day we would find a new rock with a new verse that spoke of God’s care for us in times of trouble. These rocks were quietly and anonymously placed on our doorstep as a reminder that we were loved and that we were being prayed for ceaselessly.
I’m not sure how many weeks the rocks were left, but I know we became highly aware of the love that surrounded us. This was our body of Christ when we needed him the most, and this body saw us through some of the roughest times of our life.
The women of The Views Bible Study will always hold a special place in my heart as they stood by my side through all our concerns about Harper, they were there for me during the days after Steve’s death. It was this body of Christ that brought food, arranged the lunch at the church after Steve’s memorial service, and continues to call and to write me notes of care and concern.
In time, I moved our scripture rocks from the front door to the back and once I moved to this house they came along with me.
As Kris was finishing up the patio I told him the story behind the rocks and asked if he could create a small space in a corner of the backyard where they could have a permanent home.
Kris smiled kindly and we began planning this spot. Early one morning before the concrete was poured, I took some of Steve’s ashes and sprinkled them into the earth that was waiting for the foundation. It was a private, prayerful time as I pressed Steve’s ashes into the soil and thanked God for a life that was so much a part of mine. Steve will always be with me in this place and I am thankful for this little corner of my world.
Flagstone was laid and each scripture rock was carefully embedded around its perimeter. The border is uneven, imperfect and wonderful, as each rock is so different. Now our family will always have a place that has been dedicated in special remembrance to their father, grandfather, brother, son and my husband.
There is a scripture that lies at the cornerstone of this small area. I found a beautiful rock and wrote these words from Joshua 4: 6-7 “We will use these stones to build a memorial. In the future, your children will ask, “what do these stones mean?” Then you can tell them.”
Years ago, after the last stone had been delivered to our doorstep, I copied the verses from each rock. I placed them in an order, that when read, served as a beautiful prayer. I share this prayer with the women of The Views and I share them with you now. I hope that if ever you need to encourage or support someone going through a difficult time, you might remember these scriptures. They would be a gift and a balm to all who receive them.
For what is worth,