Metamorphosis

 

A few of my rocks

A few of my rocks

I love rocks. Family and friends know this about me. When we go on a trip, I find rocks to bring home instead of memorabilia. (My sweetheart sighs as he hefts my suitcase.) This collection is overflowing. What fascinates me most is their origin, and I’m filled with wonder and awe at the Creator’s grand design. My favorites are metamorphic rocks—formed into new structures from subjection to high temperatures, chemicals, and pressure over long periods of time. That’s how I’m changing too, slowly but surely under the loving, guiding hand of the Savior. Through life’s inevitable trials and challenges, I’m subjected to intense heat and pressure which change my very being, morphing into BETTER—a miraculous thing! The Greek words, “meta” and “morphe” mean change of form. Up close, my personal changes seem imperceptible without glancing back to see how far I’ve come. But with optimism and faith I trust in the continuing process of change over time. Rough edges will be polished, perceptions clarified, understanding deepened, and joy multiplied. I rejoice in my Savior’s divine tutorials that make this personal metamorphic miracle possible!

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