When our children were still very small my husband…who was a traveling sales representative for a Christian book company…was transfered from Michigan to Georgia. He was given a large territory throughout the southern states and the company thought it would be best to have him centrally located in Atlanta.
With two weeks to travel to Georgia, find a suitable apartment, then pack up the kids and go you could say we were more than a little overwhelmed by the task. Neither my husband or I knew anything about Atlanta. There were no other contacts from the company living there so we were rather at a loss as to where to move in the area.
My mother suggested we visit our former pastor who'd taken a job within the leadership of the denomination and lived in the Atlanta, GA area. So we gave him and his wife a call and went to visit them in a small city an hour outside of the Atlanta…Stone Mountain.
Having grown up in a very small town…literally a rural village…I was much more comfortable with the idea of moving to Stone Mountain as opposed to somewhere in the city of Atlanta. We were able to find a small apartment community that was within walking distance of a library and downtown Historic Stone Mountain. We were also a very short drive from the state park.
We had lived in Georgia for a few years, taking advantage of Stone Mountain State Park for picnics while our youngest daughter was still in diapers. We'd gone to the patriotic evening laser light show, and toured the various attractions of the park. The one thing we'd never done is walk the mountain.
According to Wikipedia: At its summit, the elevation is 1,686 feet and 825 feet above the surrounding area. Stone Mountain granite extends underground 9 miles (14 km) at its longest point into Gwinnett County. Numerous reference books and Georgia literature have dubbed Stone Mountain as “the largest exposed piece of granite in the world". The article goes on to say this is actually a misnomer…Stone Mountain is basically a gigantic quartz monzonite rock.
As we parked the car in the parking lot and made our way to the entrance into the park I remember wondering if we'd be able to do this. Walk to the top of Stone Mountain with two small children. The idea seemed crazy! As we approached the trail that would begin leading us through the trees and up the mountain the trek didn't seem so bad after all. We were taking an easy pace and the girls were having a good time.
We made good progress, eventually leaving the protective covering of trees and brush to step ever upward on the bare rock. We followed the tread worn trails and foot paths steadily up the mountain. Eventually we began to regret our impetuous decision to walk the trail, having forgotten to bring any water for the girls or ourselves. We kept going, the way before us solid and sure.
When we finally crested the top with exhausted relish at our accomplishment, we stood together looking out over the land below. Our feet firmly planted on the solid rock.
"I love you Lord. You are my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find my protection. He is my shield, the power that saves me and my place of safety". Psalm 18:1-2
As I reflect back on that day atop Stone Mountain I can picture more clearly how God is indeed my Rock. The firm foundation upon which I stand. No matter how difficult the climb of life becomes I have assurance my God will always provides a way. A smooth trail for me to follow despite the heat around me. He offers protection by placing my feet on higher ground. Rest and refreshment as I reach my destination.
How do you see God as your rock…your fortress…in your life? How has He become your firm foundation?