I remember the kid song about this passage and the hand motions to it from when I was a little girl. Though I hardly doubt that I truly understood their meaning back then. As a Christian, my firm beliefs give me a place on God’s rock. I have that firm foundation underneath me and when the junk of life comes I can stand firm because of who my trust is in.
However, sometimes I jump off the Rock, dip my toes in the sand, and get a little comfy there. I’ll pull up a chair, kick my feet up, and more than once I’ve even built a little hut there. When I’m living out of God’s will or I’m listening to my fear or my selfish side or my angry side or my totally messy human side I might take a little vacation right there in my beach shack.
My house is still on the Rock, my firm foundation, but I have my little sand hut to visit.
And maybe you’ve done this too. Found yourself, up to your own devices and desires, facing a storm. The rain pours down the floods come, the winds beat you up mentally and spiritually and emotionally and you are helpless to fight it. It’s too overwhelming.
But as a Christian, I certainly know the difference in how it feels to face a storm my own way and facing it on the solid Rock of Peace God gives me. My way is me scrambling and hustling to fix it. I can just picture myself right now in this analogy on the sand, my chair and my little hut breaking to pieces and me grabbing at them uselessly trying to keep it all together. It such a clear picture to me of because I do it often.
During this interesting time in our lives of covid-19, I’ve had some trouble sleeping. As a child and young girl, and then into adulthood insomnia was a nightly thing. I’d wake my parents several times each night because I wanted someone else to be awake in the misery I was in. As far back as I can remember I could not sleep. My brain would not shut off. And because of this, I had many migraines.
As I got older, I was put on medicine for this and it was amazing for me. I mean, it was super strong, the kind that once I took it I better head straight to bed or I was bound to wake up the next day flat on the floor, having no recollection of the night before.
And then about 15 years ago, God began to completely change my life and one of the millions of things He freed me from was insomnia. I stopped taking my medicine and I would lay down and be straight into deep sleep.
So here we are, over 2 months ago and my entire non-essential world changes. And I find myself up all night. Tossing and turning and playing the what-if game. It’s my least favorite game in the world. You know like, “what if there is no food at the stores, we will starve” “what if we have no money to pay our bills, we will be homeless” and on and on. What if, what if, what if.
In those few hours of tossing and turning in my bed, I jumped off the Rock ran as quickly as I could to the sand, dug my toes in, and resurrected my chair and my hut and I stayed up all night trying to fix it with my worry.
The next morning, I went straight to my Bible, flipped it right open to the exact page God needed me to hear, and had instant peace.
These verses say the fall is great, but the great news is that I can scramble back to my Rock, my God, in repentance and be calmed in any storm.
That’s not to say I haven’t had sleepless night of worry since, it doesn’t mean that I always just stay home on the Rock, I’m still totally me and sometimes I think I can do it alone. And I know the answers and all my worry is going to make things better because I will figure it out. Which is of course a lie. But how often and quickly we forget.
So, let’s be reminded today, during this uncertain time that we have a Certainty. The Rock of Jesus Christ. He is our firm foundation. He is our protection in the storm. Turn to him…run from the sand as fast as you can and let Him deal with your storm. Come home to the Rock.