“Blessed be God my salvation! God’s way is unerring, the promise of the Lord is fire-tried; He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him. Blessed be God my salvation! The Lord Lives! And blessed be my rock! Extolled be God my Savior. Therefore will I proclaim You, O Lord, among the nations, and I will sing praise to Your name.” (Psalms 18: 31, 47)
I have a lot of memories of rocks in my life. My sister used to collect rocks. As we walked down our long country driveway to and from the school bus, she would pick up the “pretty” rocks. I often would help her in her quest. As we walked over the same path daily, different rocks would catch our eyes, and we would hold them in our hands and show them to each other admiring them.
I also had a “pet rock” that I painted in vacation bible school one summer. It was a fairly large rock weighing about 10 pounds. I painted it in rainbow colors, added eyes and a big smile. Sometimes I would lean or sit on it and just look at its never-changing smile.
Maybe you have also been as lucky as me to have the experience of picking rock out of a field. Rocks would need to be picked so as to not jam and ruin farm equipment. My parents would take my sisters and me to the field. Here we would walk the field and pick up the rocks. Needless to say, there was some whining and complaining by teenage girls, but I daresay there was much more laughing and talking as we worked together as a family.
Here are some thoughts about rocks and God:
- Sometimes able to be picked up, held closely and put in a special place
- Sometimes an ever-present, unmovable support
- Sometimes a way for a family to build a strong bond and foundation with time shared together
- Sometimes able to hold and ground us when we find ourselves overcome by strong, challenging winds
- Always present and never changing.
Blessed be the God , the rock of my salvation!
