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This past Saturday evening my older daughters were out with their friends and so Karra and I decided to try and spend some time with our two younger daughters. We watched a couple previews for movies but nothing caught our attention and so we ended up playing a card game. We had a great time. At one time we were laughing so hard that we were not able to continue to play. However, at another time, my ten year old was upset because of the cards she had been dealt and how the game was proceeding. For a period of time she buried herself into a blanket and would only peak out from underneath just enough to play the game. I still do not know why she was upset or who she was really upset with but she continued to play and so I was happy. By the end of the game she was out from under the blanket and we were all talking happily again.

That night as I was thinking about a lesson that I needed to teach in church, I couldn’t help but think of the experiences that were contained within that one game of cards. At one moment everyone was laughing and having a good time. Then, just a few minutes later, someone was upset and frustrated. But in the end, we all had a great time and my daughters want to know when we are going to play the game again.

Being in a family is like being in a rock tumbler. In a rock tumbler, unpolished rocks are placed in a barrel and then they are combined with water and an abrasive grit. Think of it as being worn down by sand paper. When the tumbler is turned on, the barrel rotates over and over until all the rough edges are worn off and the surfaces of each rock are left smooth and polished. This process typically takes one to two weeks, sometimes even longer.

My ten year old is going through a phase where she feels like she is the only one in the tumbler experiencing the agitation that is necessary to make one smooth and polished. That is okay. My older daughters went through similar experiences and I expect that the rest of my children will to. I am grateful however that we are all in this together and even though it can feel uncomfortable at times as we work together to overcome our imperfections, I expect that in time and sometimes with great patience that we will one day see the polished rocks that we will all have become precisely because of the families we have been blessed to be a part of.

Now if I could just see past the rough edges on my three year old and see the polished stone that he might become…

Polished Rocks