My Rock, in Him I place my Trust.

Trust. A word I can never get enough of. I've written about it before, I've entrusted much, but there is always still more. I always need to trust Jesus more, always need to let Him be enough. I've recently put a quote as my lock screen on my phone, a daily reminder of where I put my trust: "When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I." 

I got to stroll along on the beach this week, just me and Jesus, and the time flew by! We had quite a bit to talk about. Several years back, I was walking along the beach and found a large rock with the word TRUST engraved in sharpie. I can't even remember what I was going through at the time, but I still have the rock, and it was a special memory. This time, I felt His gentle nudge to keep trusting. Now, I'm not always so sentimental, so focused, so spiritual, so cheesy? But I have my moments. There are several things in my life that I just needed to recommit to Jesus and His plan, fully trusting and releasing my grasp, my heart,  my worry, my doubts, my striving, because He really can take care of it- all.

As I walked along, I looked for a rock(which I don't know if you've ever done so, but it's not actually always that easy to find one along the water's edge, which gave me more time to think and talk to Jesus about each matter), when I found an appropriate one to throw, I committed it(that area in my life) to Jesus and threw it into the depths of the sea. I did this a few times and then started my trek back. And then, and then! I came across a trail of roses and rose petals, and just beyond them, tons of small rocks just in reach of the waves now washing over them.

Jesus takes beauty from ashes, He's willing to take our plans and turn them into beauty. All those little rocks? Things in out lives that we have to keep giving to Jesus? His waves wash over them, there again, He brings beauty. I picked up a rose, and started homeward, as the breeze blew, I could smell the fragrance of the rose in my hand. God hears our prayers, the ones we offer in meekness, in brokenness, in humility, the ones we're scared to say, the ones we don't know how to say, the ones we've waited to say, the ones He's waited to hear us say, and they reach Him as a fragrant aroma. I know God listens to what I say, I know He will answer, I know He's making something beautiful out of all this. And it's so freeing to let Him take over, to let go. To relinquish my control.

I want to build my life upon Him. My Rock, in Him I place my trust. I will not be shaken.