I have known the truth of this title for a while now, at least since the first time my husband was deployed and I was left alone in a strange place, and pregnant. I am certain that I pray more during times like these, but there is always the thought in the back of my mind that God is with me. This truth was brought to the foreground of my mind during yesterday’s devotional from “Devotionals Daily.” I want to give credit where credit is due, so please check out the book by Ann Spangler, Praying the Names of God.

Here is the image that she had in her devotional yesterday. I do not know Hebrew, but I just thought that this was beautiful and worth sharing.

Jesus has always been our rock, from the first day that we accept Him as our Lord and Savior. For me, He has been my rock, the One who doesn’t change or doesn’t move. He is the One to whom I turn when I am am lonely, afraid, hurting, sick, or feeling hopeless. All of us have gone through a period in our lives when life is rough. I’m going through that now with my health issues. I am beyond sad that I cannot attend my youngest granddaughter’s first birthday party next weekend because of those health problems! But Jesus is with me during my sadness and sends me smiles to get me through. Last night, I was feeling low. I was hoping to be able to FaceTime with my son and his family, but Steven was flying back from Boston so that wasn’t possible. Suddenly, the thought came to me to call my daughter Hope. I did, and we ended up FaceTiming. I got to see her two-year old cutie little daughter and talk to her. She kissed the phone to give me a kiss and lay her little cheek on the phone to hug me. So precious! See…Jesus was being my rock again, showing me an alternative to my plan and one that brought me a smile and a chuckle.

I was lonely the other night and feeling a little sorry for myself since there is a lot that I would like to do and I’m not allowed to do it. So, in the midst of my “pity party” the Lord told me how much I was loved and reminded me by having a fellow church member call to check on me. Small thing? Maybe to some, but to me, it was a really big blessing! You see, the friend who called to check on me has Stage IV cancer, yet he called to check on me.

When my children and I moved to South Carolina to await our family orders to Iceland, we had no idea that we would be there for over a year, alone without my husband. It was supposed to be a few months, but there was no base housing and no place to live off base that we could afford, so the decision was prayerfully made that Harry would stay in Iceland on a remote tour for a year and I would be with the children in South Carolina. One big problem soon reared its ugly head. Each child had a couple of toys and only summer/fall clothes since that was when we had arrived. Winter was approaching quickly and I could not convince the military to release boxes of winter clothes and some toys for us. All of our household goods and clothes had been packed up into a huge wooden crate for transfer overseas, but we weren’t going to Iceland now. Nevertheless, I needed things for our three children, ages, 9, 6 and less than a year old. I called everyone I could think of. I prayed. I had members of the church praying. I had my husband pray. And then, I relaxed, with the thought that God would have to work something out because I just couldn’t. That is when a friend, a commander’s wife, called and told me that I should contact the base chaplain for help. I did and less than two weeks later, we had boxes everywhere. They couldn’t deliver everything because that included furniture that I didn’t need in our furnished apartment, so I had to pick and choose boxes randomly. Ideally, the boxes would have been labeled with contents on the list. But that was not how the military movers did things at that time. I had a list of boxes labeled kitchen and others labeled miscellaneous. So, once again, I prayed and asked God for help. Guess what? I got winter clothes, winter coats and toys for our children! I also got table lamps and some other unnecessary items but nothing that I couldn’t fit into our small temporarily abode. God came through for me again! Just when I was ready to go out and put all kinds of charges on a credit card to buy warm clothing and some toys for our babies! God has never, let me repeat that…NEVER…allowed me to go through something without reminding me that He is there and will take care of me, no matter what.

God is my rock and I hope that He is yours, too. I have a list of the Names of God and the accompanying Scriptures in the front of my Bible. I plan to add Yahweh Tsuri to that list and the verses like the one above that tell me that God is a rock, to all who will believe this awesome truth. Blessings!