Psalm 18:1-2, 30-31, 46 I love you, Lord; you are my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock in whom I find protection. He is my shield, the power that saves me and my place of safety . . . He is a shield for all who look to him for protection. For who is God except the Lord? Who but our God is a solid rock? . . . The Lord lives! Praise to my Rock!
As Dave and I prayed together before we got out of bed this morning, our list was long of people we know going through big challenges right now. Our hearts go out to them because, yes, we’ve been there. And often through the tough years with Karis, God brought to my attention this image of himself as my rock. Flipping through the Psalms, I see noted on many pages dates and brief notations of times the Lord impressed on me that when all was uncertain and tumultuous around me, I could plant my feet firmly on him, on solid rock. This is what I’m praying for our friends today.
Sometimes placing my feet on the Rock requires digging deep, clearing away the mud and debris that make the surface slippery and separate me from direct contact with my firm foundation (see Luke 6:48). For me, that requires time, even a few minutes of quiet stillness, asking God to show me what needs attention in my life. The first moments after I wake up in the morning, before I even move, are a time like that for me.
A house on a rock
And I’m finding that a task which seems so hard to fit into my days—weeding!—carries that reward with it as well. I don’t know how it is for you, but we have had so much rain here in Pittsburgh that the weeds are growing like crazy. I can’t keep up with them, and I’m somewhat comforted that it seems many of our neighbors are in the same predicament. One friend said her weeds are smirking at her. But I’ve discovered weeding as a time I can be quiet before God, communicate my concerns to him. Listen to him. Place my feet back on the solid dependableness of who he is. Find safety once again.
Speaking of that, I need to get out there before it gets any hotter. The weeds are smirking!