“When my heart is overwhelmed; lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.” ~Ps. 61:2
Most of us know what it is to be overwhelmed in heart; emptied as when a man wipeth a dish and turneth it upside down; submerged and thrown on our beam ends like a vessel mastered by the storm. Discoveries of inward corruption will do this… Disappointments and heart-breaks will do this when billow after billow rolls over us, and we are like a broken shell hurled to and fro by the surf. Blessed be God, at such seasons we are not without an all-sufficient solace, our God is the harbour of weather-beaten sails, the hospice of forlorn pilgrims. Higher than we are is He, His mercy higher than our sins, His love higher than our thoughts. It is pitiful to see men putting their trust in something lower than themselves; but our confidence is fixed upon an exceeding high and glorious Lord. ~Charles Spurgeon
Anticipating a storm, I entered the week with an overwhelmed, wayward heart. Somehow I’ve found myself in the shelter of the high Rock. Grace. And strength, refuge, provision, truths retold, and unexpected joys found there. Thank you, Lord.
Some sweet honey in the Rock:
(The following text messages are between my friend Dana and I. Dana babysits the girls for me on my long work days.)