Get your own rock
by You Have My Word
Ever have those days you just want to crawl under a rock? Those days when life is so overwhelming you don’t know where to start, so you’d rather hide in the cupboard instead? Those days when you can’t even deal with yourself and your own emotions, never mind anyone else’s stuff? Those days when you really don’t feel like making small talk and would prefer a quiet corner, alone? Those days when you don’t even want to go to the shops because you’ll have to speak to someone other than yourself?
I have been having more of those days than I care to admit.
In mentioning to a friend that I just want to crawl under a rock, she responded wisely by saying, “You should crawl under blankets instead.” (It is winter where we are, at the moment, and so a blanket would make sense.) I responded by saying, “No, people want to share blankets because they’re warm; I still want a rock because it’s cold so no one will bother me.” Totally selfish? Yes.
Maybe they’ll even give me a cool nickname like “The Rock Recluse”, or just “Rocky”. But all through my rock-ranting and reclusive-rendering, I hear the words of age old Psalms begin to pound against the stone door of my heart:
“I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold… As for God, his way is perfect: The Lord’s word is flawless; he shields all who take refuge in him. For who is God besides the Lord? And who is the Rock except our God? It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure… The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock!“ (Ps 18)
“Praise be to the Lord my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.” (Ps 144)
“Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.” (Ps 62)
My rock is no longer a place of hiding and retreat, it is a place of healing and rest. My rock is no longer a place of secret shame, but rather a place of strengthening and safety. My rock is no longer a place I withdraw to, but rather a place where I worship. My rock is no longer a place of pain, but a place of praise and preparation. My rock is no longer a place of bitterness, but a place of blessing. My rock is no longer a place of tears and troubles, instead it’s a place of trusting.
My rock is my God. My God is my rock.