A Strong Hold
I have only been on my roof once.
I climbed up a ladder and stood at the very tip of my house. The view of the neighborhood was beautiful. It was exhilarating. I stood up there for a few minutes taking in the scene and then I turned to go back down.
That was when I froze.
And started shaking.
I hadn't realized how high I was...and once my brain figured it out I was totally incapable of getting back down. I thought I was going to have to live at the top of my roof forever, but then Greg rescued me.
He stood right in front of me and held my hands as I walked down the steep pitch. But just getting me to the rain gutter did not prove sufficient. My legs were shaking so bad I couldn't step back onto the ladder. He practically had to carry me off the roof.
I have never been back on the roof again.
I know my limits.
Last February we visited some ancient Mayan ruins in Mexico.
At one of the locations on our tour we were allowed to climb to the top of a temple.
As we began the climb I noticed a rope strung lazily along the steps.
No one was using it. I thought it was funny that they had a rope there because it wasn't that hard to use the stair ahead of you to help you reach the top. It seemed like a bit of a waste.
It was a steep climb. I was exhausted when we reached the top, but so happy to be there.
The view was breathtaking. It was exhilarating. I stood up there for a few minutes taking in the scene and then I turned to go back down.
If you thought the roof was bad, you should have felt my heart drop when I looked down to the ground from the top of that temple.
There was no way I was going to make it.
I looked around to see if anyone had made a permanent residence on top of the temple. It was in that moment that I noticed the rope strung down the stairs and realized something important. It wasn't for the people going up.
It was for the people going down.
If you held onto the rope you could walk backwards down the steep stairs and you didn't even know how high you were.
That rope saved my life.
You might think that is a little dramatic. But it's true.
The experience reminds me of two of my favorite scriptures:
"The Lord is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble..." (Nahum 1:7)
"Turn you to the strong hold." (Zechariah 9:12)
I thought of the rope.
My lifeline on that mountain.
And then I thought of the Lord.
The lifeline of my life.
My heart filled with gratitude.
The Lord is good.
Is there one thing you could do this weekend that would allow you to hold firmer to your belief in the Lord? What is it?