We left the beach today, and as we drove away I thought about all of the places I saw God this past week. I encountered quite a few cairns at the beach. I wonder what the cairn-builders thought about as they stacked the stones. Maybe each rock represents a memory or a person. Or maybe the builder just felt like stacking stones. Whatever the intention, for me, whenever I notice a cairn I am reminded of God and offer a prayer. Sometimes I don’t have words to pray, but in the silence God always knows my intentions.
Bread for the Journey 