Our Faithful Rock

Friends,

A LITTLE STORY I wrote last year…

She was born in it: Dark, deep, angry waters… churning and scary…

One day a beautiful boat came along. She was invited in. The captain promised wonderful things. The people aboard were all nice… well, –at first. Very soon many of them turned mean. Some tried to tell her lies. Some were vulgar. But worst of all, when the storms came, the boat would rise high up to the crest of the waves and then smash down, almost splintering the frail craft. At such times, no one wanted to help her, or calm her, or encourage her; for they were all worried about themselves.

Soon enough, though, another pretty boat came along and she was eager to get into that one. It seemed much better –safer, larger, smarter… She was pampered. She got lazy.

As always, storms came along. The boat would toss this way and that and everyone would scream. But at least people were running hither and thither, trying to help. Of course, most of the help was to belch out instructions that really didn’t work very well; …but at least they were trying.

Pretty soon she realized that this too, was a hollow and even frightening existence…

One certain day, she saw “The Rock” looming ahead. She thought and she thought. Everyone had told her that that rock was a mirage. That it didn’t really exist. Did it? Her boat began turning away… In a sudden leap of faith, she jumped from her boat! The cold water smacked her face, the waves rose high… She swam with all her might… She made it to The Rock.

The Rock loved her immediately. The Rock spoke kind things to her, and taught her things. When the storms came, she hid in the cleft of The Rock. When the waves sent their angry spray to hit her face with its icy fury as it tried to scare her, The Rock would instantly breathe warm air on her to soothe and heal. She often felt that she was in the eye of the storms –she could see the raging all around her, but she, herself, was at peace, –as if The Rock was holding her right in the palm of Its hand. The Rock never moved. It never betrayed her. It never told her lies. The Rock became her best friend.

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“GOD is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in times of trouble. So we need not fear, even if the world blows up and the mountains crumble into the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.” (Ps. 46:1-3)
“There is no one holy like the LORD; there is no one besides You; there is no Rock like our God.” (1 Sam. 2:2)
“Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for You are my rock and my fortress.” (Ps. 71:3)
“My soul finds rest in God alone; my hope comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will never be shaken.” (Ps. 62:1,2)

Love,
Rachel

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~ by smilesback on October 10, 2009.

 
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