A Rock
Over this long lifetime, I have been called a rock on several occasions following some pretty sketchy situations and events. But I know the truth. I am just as scared and uncertain as anyone else. And, as I told someone once who called me a rock after a really hard-to-deal-with event, "I am not a rock, but I am standing on one." That Rock is Jesus.
And, after all these years, and all I have been through, Jesus still shows up when the skies grow dark. He still comforts. He still provides. He still intercedes and empowers.
No, I'm not the rock. Jesus is. And when my own strength is lacking, I come again to the blessing that Jesus is enough for me to stand firm upon the Rock of Ages in the storm.
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