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Upon This Rock

If I give these fears permission to have their way, I will find myself gazing upon a one-dimensional picture book for the rest of my life.

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I returned home this past Saturday afternoon after completing a 20-kilometer hike with my husband and two daughters. I’m not going to lie, I was hurting. I was hungry. I was exhausted. But, it was one of those moments in which I never felt more alive.

As I sat collapsed on the sofa in my living room I was reminded of the following article I wrote three years ago:

I’m sitting on a rock in front of our destination: Rainbow Falls in the Smokey Mountains. Some of God’s most glorious beauty is before me. The atmosphere is clean as I breathe in the cold mountain air. My skin is lightly touched by the spray of the falls. And the roar of the waters join with the song of the birds and the rustling of the trees as a very light rain begins to fall.

My husband is doing his best to snap as many pictures as he can right before he slips, plunging his entire right foot into the icy cold water. He hardly gets upset! We are feeling so alive! And just beyond the falls I see soft, golden brown hair bouncing from between the trees. I hear child-like laughter as I glimpse two little heads bobbing up and down. My two daughters have made their ways past the falls and are now jumping from rock to rock, squealing with such delight. In one split second my heart transitions from pure rapture at the sights and sounds and smells around me to a biting sadness. I want to be with them! I don’t want to stay on this rock! I want to jump and laugh and not worry about falling. I want to cross the narrow log bridge without holding on to the rail. Why don’t I?

Upon This RockWhy do I stay on this rock? The atmosphere is heavenly, but it was not created for me to simply look upon. It was created for me to be a part of; for me to wedge my way into it becoming a participant in its splendor. It’s not a one-dimensional picture book. It is a pop-up. And I am to leap in it, to run and skip, and laugh out loud. A rip-roaring, belly laugh! Why do I stay on this rock?!

It’s not because I broke my elbow when I was 7 years old, or because I was in a body cast when I was 8. Not one of the injuries acquired in my lifetime has anything to do with it. What is it then? Why do I stay seated on this rock?

I’ve resolved that it is decades of failures that keep me sitting here. Pounding in my heart are words spoken over the years that have caused me to question; and words held back that I desperately needed to hear. I’m planted here for fear of falling. What if I get up and run and leap and jump from mossy stone to mossy stone, laughing and roaring about and then suddenly fall? Will my daughters see that Mommy isn’t strong? Will they see me as foolish?

In my paralysis, my mind flashes forward to the next 60 to 70 years. I have so much life left in me. There are so many places for me to go. There is laid before me the gift of a stunning adventure. If I give these words and thoughts and fears permission to have their way, I will find myself gazing upon a one-dimensional picture book for the rest of my life.

I’m reminded of what the Psalmist and King said in Psalms 27:13 and I become “confident of this: I will see the goodness of God in the land of the living.” A twinge of fight rises up in me. I don’t want to just see it. I want to participate with it! With fear and trepidation I determine, with a quivering heart, to forget what is behind and strain toward what is ahead, to press on, even with shaky hands and wobbly knees toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. With slight hesitancy and increasing determination I reconcile to throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and run, not tiptoe, but run and leap and jump with perseverance the race marked out for me.

Finally, I leave my rock to head back down the mountain. The rain is falling a little heavier. I cross the log bridge, this time hands-free. And up ahead I see the sweetest little head bobbing from rock to rock and I hear her angelic voice say, “Bounce with me, Mommy.”

Deep breathe. Release. Here I go.

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Rebecca Verbeten was born and raised in Southern California and currently resides in Jerusalem, Israel with her husband and two daughters. She received Jesus as her Lord and Savior when she was four years old and at that time fell in love not only with Jesus, but also with his Bride, the Church. She is a graduate of Master's Commission USA and spent eight years as staff and director of Master's Commission Springfield. She is a licensed minister with IMF, the International Ministerial Fellowship. Along with homeschooling their two daughters, Rebecca and her husband, Patrick oversee Zealous8:2, a ministry connecting young adults in 7 different nations to God's heart for Israel and the Jewish people. She never feels more alive than when she is exploring the Land of Israel with her family. Learn more about Rebecca by visiting her blog, Memoirs of a Slave Girl or following her on Twitter @Rebeccaverbeten

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Upon This Rock

by Rebecca Verbeten time to read: 4 min