This morning, I lean down to look at all the rocks by my apartment.
I remember the plea of the psalmist in Psalm 61:
"Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe."
I need a rock that is higher than I. It's a strange expression. To me, it's another reminder that God delivers me from myself. He's higher than self. I can hardly believe it, but I learn that God refers to himself as our Rock over and over again in Scripture. He's the rock that is higher than I! The Lord says in Isaiah:
"Who then is like me? Let him proclaim it.
Let him declare and lay out before me
what has happened since I established my ancient people,
and what is yet to come—
yes, let them foretell what will come.
Do not tremble, do not be afraid.
Did I not proclaim this and foretell it long ago?
You are my witnesses. Is there any God besides me?
No, there is no other Rock; I know not one."
I need to remember that today.
For several days now, I've been complaining. Nothing's going according to plan out here in Colorado. As I walk around the apartment this morning, I know I need supernatural power to get out of this funk. Nothing corrupts living with flair like complaining, and I just can't talk myself out of my bad mood. And then I feel guilty for my mood because so many other women all over the world would trade their lives any day for the kinds of comforts I enjoy.
Oh, Lord, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!
Journal: Do you ever feel like you just need to be free from yourself?