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When I was in Italy last year at Lake Como, I noticed a beautiful clump of flowers growing out of a rock wall. Of course I took pictures.
Then a boat went speeding by, kicking up a strong wake.
The waves started.
They washed over the flowers.
Again and again.
Covering the plants.
Soaking the plants.
Drenching the plants.
It looked like they should drown. Or at least be washed away.
But they clung to the wall.
Ready for the next onslaught.
I marveled at the lesson there.
I’ve been like those plants. It’s been the most difficult year of my life by far, burying my mom and father-in-law two weeks apart.
Then, two major surgeries four weeks later. Months of recovery.
Waves of grief and loss have washed over me. When I don’t expect them.
Threatening to make me feel like I’m drowning.
Again and again.
But the flowers cling to the rock.
Why? Because their roots are deep. They dig into the crevices.
The waves crash over them, but they don’t break. They bend. They cling. They remain.
There are days when I feel like I might break. But I haven’t.
Why? Because my roots are deep. They dig into the solid Rock. The immovable Rock.
It isn’t always easy to cling. But I do. I know that God has gotten me this far. I trust him to walk me all the way through. No matter what waves crash over me.
I can’t say this is easy. It’s not. I long for relief some days.
God gives me breaks in between the waves. For that, I am grateful. Very grateful.
But I also know that what I’m going through can be used by God.
To comfort others with the comfort I have received.
To deepen my roots.
And so I think of 2 Cor. 4:8 - We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed: perplexed, but not driven to despair;
And I cling to the Rock.