Jesus is My Rock

I have just returned home from a brief roadtrip down to Savannah, Georgia with a couple of friends. I've been away from Grove City for less than a month, and I was already in need of a vacation. It's amazing how much work there is to do. I had this idea that busyness ended after college. Oh how I was wrong!

My parents recently moved into a new house that they've been slowly building over the past three years. It's still a work in progress, and i'm not convinced that the work will ever truly end. I walked into my room and surveyed the chaos: 10 boxes neatly stacked on top of each other from 3 different houses and my college dorm room. Yikes. Someone was quick to remind me that these boxes were just the beginning. If I didn't feel that this was enough work there were plenty more boxes downstairs. Great. Let's just say that it took me a few days to gain the courage to enter the basement.

Between this and continuing to make preparations for Prague life has been overwhelming at times. Sometimes I look at the piles of boxes, the lists of phone calls that need to be made, the fundraising events that need to be arranged, and I wonder if there are actually enough hours in the day.

Yet, life has not been without constant reminders of His hand in my life. The first night I surveyed my messy room I caught sight of a small wooden frame made out of Popsicle sticks that my mom found in one of my boxes. On the frame someone wrote "Jesus is my rock." In the center is a small picture of me as a very little girl sitting in a wooden chair and smiling. I couldn't help but smile back. I didn't even remember this photo. It was taken long before I became a Christian. It was taken at a summer VBS that I went to with my cousin. It was a reminder of His hand moving in my life in every season. He was drawing me to Him long before I recognized Him as Lord. He continues to work through every circumstance. He leads me down the straight and narrow path. That night I read through a few psalms before I fell asleep. One verse stood out:

"Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy." Psalm 61:2-3

Jesus is my rock. He is my solid foundation that I can put my trust in. Praise be to God for the energy He provides to pursue His will in my life.

Blessings!