Psalms 18:2 Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
I really like the hymn “Hide Me, Rock of Ages”. It is one of those toe-tapper songs I can sing along with gusto if my voice will allow. But there is one phrase in it that always makes me smile.
In my life, I’ve always, always been busy. Being busy is part of my DNA. Even if my body isn’t moving, my mind and often something on my body is in motion. Before your mind can go into question mode, I mean if I’m sitting be it in my living room or if we are driving in the car going somewhere I’m usually knitting, crocheting, or embroidering on a project.
At least for most of my years, that’s been my modus operandi. Lately, I have found it possible to just sit and let my mind do the walking. I do wish I could find a medium ground of the number of projects I think of doing but also work on and complete.
As I told one of my kiddos the other day, I’ve stopped trying to clean up all of the stuff (so I’m not leaving gobs of things for them to sort through) to the mindset, ‘I guess they’ll figure it out’.
There is the story of the businessman who his doctor kept instructing him to slow down and stop pushing to get everything done. Finally, the doctor took the man out for a drive. The businessman was surprised when his doctor stopped at the cemetery and put the car in park.
What are we stopping here for? He asked.
To which the doctor answered, I wanted you to tell me which of these people at the end of their lives had everything done?”
That brings me to my hymn. Enjoy.
2 Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
3 I will call upon Jehovah, who is worthy to be praised: So shall I be saved from mine enemies.
4 The cords of death compassed me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
5 The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came upon me.
6 In my distress I called upon Jehovah, And cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of his temple, And my cry before him came into his ears.
7 Then the earth shook and trembled; The foundations also of the mountains quaked And were shaken, because he was wroth.
8 There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, And fire out of his mouth devoured: Coals were kindled by it.
9 He bowed the heavens also, and came down; And thick darkness was under his feet.
10 And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly; Yea, he soared upon the wings of the wind.
11 He made darkness his hiding-place, his pavilion round about him, Darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.
12 At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, Hailstones and coals of fire.