You are my rock.

Lately I have felt like I am swimming upstream in the river of life. I have been searching for something stable to reach out to. I see the rock and reach out and grab it. Water is gushing on all sides and through the splash I am able to hold on to the only stable thing that keeps me from drowning.

You are my rock.

I am getting eaten alive with responsibility and chaos. The forces of evil are attacking my mind with a fever. I feel like retreating into a cave of isolation to try and get a grip on things. I see the rock and it is standing stoically as an anchor of hope. I try to rise out of the chaos that plagues my thoughts.

You are my rock.

Why do I have such a hard time with all of this? Why do I subject myself to this world of misdirection and hurt? Why can’t I just swim out of this river and sit on the rock above it all? Shouldn’t that be easy? Can’t I just be a good Christian and not worry about it all? Why do I sit here and judge others and engage in the gossip? Why am I so broken?

You are my rock.

I am broken and only You can help. I know that. Yet I choose a life of chaos. I am never home long enough to close my eyes and think of You. I fill my schedule with things that will never be remembered once I leave this world. What can I do to bring meaning? I hope I bring joy into this world, but sometimes I don’t know. Am I self-absorbed? Broken.

You are my rock.

I sincerely hope I can put it all aside Lord, and find rest in You. I am swimming in a sea of carnality. I am holding onto you, but letting the world toss me around. Pull me out God. Help me see the truth in all of this.

Pull me onto the rock.

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2 Samuel 22:3
My God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior–from violent men you save me

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