There is a tumbler in Gonaives. Adam and Kathy need to comment with details of its construction and purpose. Mostly children of the 60s know about these things. You put rocks in. They collide with each other for days. A finished product emerges polished and fit for a jewel.
I'm thinking we're much like the tumbler. Whoever puts us in the tumbler chooses us. We go in with rough edges and dirty faces. We collide with each other, water washes over us, and we come out better fit for a King.
The tumbler encourages me. Keep that generator pumping! Rock on! Selah.
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