As I drove home yesterday evening, I found myself singing, when my heart is overwhelmed lead me to the rock. The rock that’s higher than I. Those two lines of the song had me reflecting on God as my rock. I just love the imagery that is found in the Bible.
Plenty of rocks can be found in my drive way and I don’t give those little small stones much thought on a daily basis. The car is driven over them day after day. Bella and I walk on them. Sometimes they’re picked up and tossed about by little hands that come to visit. Heavy rains push them out of their position. Those rocks are easily moved and manipulated. They offer little or no resistance to the forces that come up against it. Is that the rock I see when reading scriptures that calls God my rock and my fortress? Is that your view of the rock? Of course, we’d be inclined to give a quick “no” in response to such question. But, the more I ponder it in my mind, I have this caution urging me not rush past but dwell here at this point for a while. Could it be that the rock I’m seeing is too small? When faced with the everyday challenges life bring, my initial reaction is one that sees the problem so large that I can’t even get a glimpse of the rock upon which I’m suppose to stand.
Does my response, my prayer, my thoughts, my attitude or my demeanor show that I see Him as one who offers little resistance to forces that oppose me-His child? He is not just concern with my words but what is my behavior speaking? Does it say I think trouble can drive Him away? Does my whining and fretting reveal that deep down I believe that the thing I’m up against is large enough to move, push or manipulate Him?