Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress (Psalm 71:3).
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ love and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
Yep. Stole that one. But hey, why reinvent the wheel?
Or the Rock?
It’s Tuesday, Beloved. Stand firm.
In you, O Lord, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame. Rescue me and deliver me in your righteousness; turn your ear to me and save me (Psalm 71:1-2).
Some days he calls me to stand firm, armor gleaming and sword sharp, and do battle in his name.
Some days he calls me to hide myself in him, to pull his protection over me like a child hiding under the blankets, and let him do all the fighting.
Why the difference? I don’t know for sure.
I do know that if I could stand tall all the time, I would probably start thinking that I was doing it on my own.
I’m foolish that way.
So, today I am reminded that there are things out there, both physical and spiritual, that are too big, too strong, too much for me.
But not for the One who loves me. Not for the One who rescues me.
Beloved, you can’t be strong every day.
And that’s OK. He doesn’t call you to be strong every day.
He just calls you to be his every day.
Happy Monday, Beloved.