Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. (Psalms 27:14) (NIV)
Wind and time carve a canyon of layered sandstone into blended earth colors. Ribbons of pink run between courses of rust-red, then beige. My fingertips long to run over the grainy scallops of whipped cream cut from stone.
Water and time are at work in a basalt gorge. The rock is slick and dense. A sheen of inky slate flows over the dark folds. At the bottom of the ravine, enormous hands of iron rock coddle a wild creek.
Ice and time chisel into the meat of granite boulders lying at the foot of a mountain. Frozen veins split flicks of quartz and black mica. The landscape is littered with the decomposing blocks of a naughty giant who failed to return his toys to the box.
My face has been forced against the sandstone of stress, my growth slammed into the basalt of sin, and my dreams shattered on the granite of failure. But no matter what stones compose my trials, there is power to cut them apart. Like wind, water, and ice, prayer unleashes forces of epic power. The awesome might of God works in the heavenly realms to grind, melt, and fracture my spiritual boulders. I may not understand the means or the timing, yet it happens.
2 Peter says, “… a single day is like a thousand years with the Lord and a thousand years are like a single day.” If a thousand years is a day by God’s clock, then the years of the average human lifetime would equate to one hour and forty minutes of celestial time. Some of the stone in my life may not yield until paradise, but even if I have to wait until then, is waiting one hour and forty minutes too long?
Assured of what’s coming soon, I can be strong, take heart, and wait on the Stonebreaker.
Prayer: Lord Jesus, grant me peace as I wait on your sure deliverance.