The Rock

Yesterday I was in a group of ladies.  The leader asked us if we had  any recent "God Sightings".  I was so excited to share the story from Tuesday's post.  I told them about the cemetery, the song, the movie...everything.  I said that I knew God was the God who sees.   When I was finished, the lady next to me just broke down sobbing uncontrollably.  She somehow managed to choke out, "I couldn't do it.  Losing my daughter is the worst thing that could ever happen to me.  I couldn't do it."
I couldn't do it either.  It's the worst thing that I can imagine too.  I continue to struggle with questions and despair, but I am still standing.  How?
"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.  The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock."  (Matt. 7:24-25)
I did not fall when Anna died because my foundation is on the rock--not on my abilities, my circumstances, my bank account, my education, my family, or other people.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said--
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose,
I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake.

1. (How Firm a Foundation, John Keith 1787)
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