“Mom, will you clean off this rock for me?” My young son had rushed inside from playing with his friends, and plopped another rock on the counter as I finished washing up the dishes. He was off again, before I could ask him why he was unable to wash his own rock. “Oh why not,” I thought. The dishwater was still hot & soapy, so I plunged the plain looking grey rock into the suds. As I pulled it out and turned it over, the image engraved there by the Master Creator took my breath away.
It had been a hard day. One of those kinds that feels like the bottom might fall out of your world at any moment. We were living on a shoestring budget, trying to obey the Lord, but answers seemed so far away. I was deeply involved in praying for a dear friend who was going through struggles of her own at the time. But for reasons long forgotten now, I had said hurtful words to my husband in the midst of all of the struggles. He was crushed and I was heartbroken.
How would I ever figure out this “walking with God life?” If I couldn’t even love my own husband, how could I ever expect to fully love and pray for those around me?
The enemy’s taunts swirled around me, and I couldn’t decipher the truth of God from the enemy’s lies. In the midst of my agonizing questions, the friend I was praying for stopped by with a song for me. She knew I was praying for her, but she had been praying for ME also. And while neither one of us had any answers for the other, the song she gave me pointed us each back to the true foundation of our Lord:
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
After my friend went home, I continued to ponder the words of those Scriptures, with the melody of the song flooding my heart. I felt God’s arms holding me up and pointing the way to Him. But how could I be sure that I would choose to love again? What if I hurt my husband again tomorrow, or the next day? When would I ever get this loving thing right?
And that is when my son rushed in and dropped the rock on the counter. What was the image that was carved onto the other side, not seen until the dirt was washed away?
I wept as I thought of the beauty and kindness of my Lord. How long had that rock lay buried in the dirt outside our home? Since the beginning of creation? But my Heavenly Father, who had created the roaring rivers and majestic mountains was so intimately involved with my own world that He had placed that rock in this very place for my own son to find on this very day. He had known the promise I would need.
God is within me, and I will not fall.
He is the ONE who will bring HIS love to me.
That son is now over 30, living on the other side of the world, following the prompting of the Lord with his own family now. But there’s one thing I have learned after all these years: God is capable of dealing with my imperfections and my weaknesses. He will bring the loving and the transforming that I need.
Even today, in a season that feels so far removed from the rock-finding day,
Jesus is still my solid rock.
“So this is what the Sovereign Lord says:
“See, I lay a stone in Zion, a tested stone,
a precious cornerstone for a sure foundation;
the one who relies on it
will never be stricken with panic.”
Has the Creator ever stepped into your everyday life with a miracle of His creation? I would love to hear your stories, and I would love to pray for you in the midst of your struggles too.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank You for being our great creator over all. Thank You for having woven the scarlet thread of Your perfect heart’s love for us through all of time in this earth.
We are so amazed when You open our eyes to see glimpses of Your grace. Even when our hearts are aching, thank You for pressing us forward to be washed clean by the blood of Your son, Jesus. We confess that we are so helpless to wash away the imperfections from our daily living on this earth. But thank You for the beauty that You uncover in that washing clean.
We so long to lift our hearts to Your heart. Will You bind us together through the blood of Jesus, our true Redeemer, rock, and only refuge? Thank You for Your new and glorious hope that You bring into our hearts.
In the name of Your son, Jesus, we pray, Amen.