I stepped onto the familiar Wexford beach and headed straight for the rocks.
These would provide a comfortable resting place. I didn’t wonder if they would be there; I knew they would—just as they had been on every previous visit over the years. I sat, breathed in the sea air, listened to the gulls circling overhead, and took in my surroundings.
Seasons had passed since my last visit, and things had changed in the small cove. The sand was almost completely covered by clumps of seaweed, tossed there by the waves. The new shells which lay by the water’s edge beckoned me to collect them. Pieces of driftwood lay strewn on the higher sands, waiting for a creative eye to spot them, bring them home, and transform them into pieces of art.
So much can change physically on a beach between visits, but the rocks remain the same. The rains of adversity don’t cause them to crumble. The winds of torment do not knock them over. The angry crashing waves do not pull them out to deep waters. The high tides visit but cause no damage, and the intense heat of the sun relentlessly beating down does not scorch them.
At times in our lives, we face high tides, big waves, gale-force winds, storms, and heat from fiery trials. When the Lord is my Rock and when I have built my life on Him as my foundation, I don’t fear—not the torrential rains or the winds whistling around me. I don’t dread the sight of high waves on the horizon or cringe at frightening forecasts.
When the Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer, I can take refuge in Him from the storms raging around me. He’s my shield against the winds pushing against me, He is the horn of my salvation, and He is my stronghold. I might come through the storm fixing my windblown hair and drying off the raindrops, but Christ my solid rock has come through unchanged and unscathed.
Are you depending on God as your Rock when the storms come?
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