I used to wake up each morning from the sound of Christian music on a radio-alarm clock. On a summer morning 28 years ago the music would sound different to me, for I knew I would be driving my wife to the hospital for a very early morning surgery for breast cancer. The doctor, after the biopsy, had given her a 50% chance of survival. We were devastated. I knew that unless God intervened there would be no peace. The first words I heard from the radio as I awoke from a fitful sleep were from an old hymn, “On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand.” I can’t tell you how significant those words were for me. So, Sharon and I took the 30 minute drive in relative silence knowing that God would be our rock no matter the outcome. 28 years later, He continues to be our “Rock.” All other ground is sinking sand.
“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge” (Psalm 18:2)
