Let the Rock Catch You

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I remember a few years back, when I was four years of age (that was thirteen years ago, now), my dad and I went on a fishing trip to a local reservoir.

This hadn’t been the first time I had every gone fishing at that particular location, so I felt semi-comfortable climbing on the boulders that marked the embankment between the road and the mass of water before me.  For whatever reason, I thought myself capable (at the age of four mind you) that I could somehow climb over rocks five to ten times my size mini Tweety-bird fishing rod in my tiny hands and somehow not fall. I did exactly that. One wrong step and I went tumbling down two or three boulders towards the water.  Next thing I knew I was laying on my back on a strangely flat boulder, only a little bigger than myself at the time, that sat in the water just high enough that the water could not reach me. My dad then ran to my rescue.  In the end I was okay, but I’m sure you can see the parallel here. We all know that God is our rock. But the story parallels a bit more than that. What initially caused me to fall was when I thought I could carry all my belongings and take care of things myself. I could have easily asked my dad to help me. In the same way, I could have asked my dad to help me we can all call on our heavenly Father to help carry our luggage. The second we think we can do things on our own we start down a path to darkness.  In the same way that I did not expect anything to catch me, we sometimes brace ourselves for impact only to be caught in the loving arms or Christ. Hebrews 11:1 (NIV) reads, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Even though we can’t see God or always feel Him near, He’s still there, just like the rock was for me on that day. Now have faith and lean on Him – let Him be your rock!

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About Sabrina N. Mapes

There are only so many people who can say they're fans of pirates, superheroes, and violin pop; I am one of them. Some would describe me as spontaneous, others a spazz, and some a caffeine addict... that last one is no longer true.

Posted on April 29, 2015, in Spiritual Life, Top Stories and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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