It was a Florida summer day, not too many years ago, when I was at the beach with my family.  The water looked so refreshing and I used to love floating on the incoming waves.  I waded in with no thought to the diminished strength of this “senior citizen.”  Oh this was going to be great.  Oops, I lost my balance on the uneven ocean floor.  Down I went.  Not to worry, I’d just get up again, but the next wave knocked me back down.  I was struggling to get back on my feet, but the waves were winning.  I called out to my granddaughter who was nearest to me, “Maggie help me, I can’t get up.”  I’m not sure she understood my predicament, but she gave me a hand and I got back on my feet. 

I was reminded of that experience when I heard the familiar old hymn, “My Hope is Built on Nothing Less.”   The chorus goes, “On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand. All other ground is sinking sand.”  Yes, that day at the ocean, I surely felt like I was on sinking sand.   I’d hate to be living my life with that insecurity.  How much better to stand on the rock, on Christ the solid rock.

Yet,  however  much I try to stay firmly on that “solid rock,” I still slip.   I find myself falling into the sinking sand.   What a wonderful reassurance to know that when I fall there will be a hand ready to rescue me.  It will be stronger than the hand of a sweet granddaughter.  It will be the all-powerful hand of my Lord Jesus, reaching to me with his unconditional love.   Jesus my rock! 

Judy