My Solid Rock

This was the view out of my bathroom window last week.  It was a quick view, as I had to cut short my trip.  I held on to this picture in my mind, as the magnificence of this snow-covered mound of rock took my breath away.  Since this time I have thought of this image and several favorite scriptures about the solid rock which grounds me.

Psalm 18:2

    The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;

        my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.

        He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

 Psalm 27:5

For in the day of trouble

        he will keep me safe in his dwelling;

    he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle

        and set me high upon a rock.

 Psalm 61:2

    From the ends of the earth I call to you,

        I call as my heart grows faint;

        lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

While away I kept receiving concerning texts.  Tuesday my granddaughter fell and broke her arm.  Wednesday my grandson was rushed from the doctor’s office (via escorted ambulance) to the hospital with an extremely severe case of croup.  Thursday my daughter was taken from a doctor’s visit to a large downtown hospital via ambulance as she had begun labor at 32 weeks.  I found the next flight home, hoping I could make it before she delivered.  I felt so helpless, but yet connected to the one who not only places me on this rock but is also my refuge, deliverer, stronghold and shelter.  He is the one who is also able to move mountains.  I can not imagine going through life’s trials without this solid rock.  It would be as described in the scripture below – slimy, muddy and full of mire.

Psalm 40:2

    He lifted me out of the slimy pit,

        out of the mud and mire;

    he set my feet on a rock

        and gave me a firm place to stand.

I made it back before delivery.  The doctors were able to slow the progress and better prepare the lungs of little Grace.  I’m so grateful I’ve been able to help with my grandson.   Labor is still slowly progressing and my daughter will be hospitalized until delivery. Then will come the neonatal intensive care time.  Micah is much better, for which I’m very grateful.  I am sure that trials will always come.  Yesterday I wrenched my back and dislocated three ribs, but thankfully the chiropractor put them back in place.   Would have liked to have done without that, but my God gives me a firm place to stand.   Sometimes I feel like I slip and lose my footing, but then He grounds me again. I’m so grateful for my solid rock.

 

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