“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.” Psalm 18:1-2
I've been in awe of the Grand Canyon since my parents took me there when I was nine. I remember being afraid of falling into it, and when I took my own children there thirty years later I was a bit nervous that my nine year old son might live out that fear. Yet the beauty of the vast rock drew me, and viewing it from the safe distance of the South Rim no longer satisfied. A year ago, my daughter Sarah and I braved the challenge of hiking to the bottom of the canyon and back. The trip down took almost 3 ½ hours, and my knees took a beating. The next morning my calves were so tight that I couldn't take a step down without hurting. Thankfully there was nowhere to go but up. The way back out was grueling, and took more than 5 hours. At times I thought I wouldn't make it, but my lovely athletic girl coached me not to look at how much further we had to climb, but just look at the path directly ahead. The muscle pain and fatigue (lasting several days!) was well worth the experience of meeting the physical challenge. Now I've enjoyed the beauty of the Grand Canyon up close.
I am unwanted, unloved.
I have no voice, no impact.
I am not worth protecting.
These are solid truths that I can hold on to, rocks that I can stand upon. In order to remember them, I wrote each truth on a rock, and placed them in a glass jar that I keep in my bedroom. When I doubt my value or am discouraged about my circumstances, I can pick up a rock and read the truth about how God sees me. He is my Rock, in whom I take refuge.