Flying with solid-rock faith

I have the most amazing friends. This was sent to me by Byron McAlister. I was going through a rough patch and said I was waiting on karma go get someone. He replied  "Stop waiting. You do not deserve to carry that load. When it comes, you will be apprised. Until then, become careless". I have to admit that he was absolutely right. I was just wasting time, space, and energy by waiting and allowing the pain to keep me remembering. 

Then he sent me this:

Solid-Rock Faith

April 6, 2015

The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer. —Psalm 18:2
Read: Psalm 18:1-3,46

Joshua Earle

My wife and I both have grandmothers who have lived past 100. Talking with them and their friends, I detect a trend that seems almost universal in the reminiscences of older people: They recall difficult times with a touch of nostalgia. The elderly swap stories about World War II and the Great Depression; they speak fondly of hardships such as blizzards, the childhood outhouse, and the time in college when they ate canned soup and stale bread 3 weeks in a row.

Paradoxically, difficult times may help nourish faith and strengthen personal bonds. Seeing this principle lived out, I can better understand one of the mysteries relating to God. Faith boils down to a question of trust. If I do stand on a solid rock of trust in God (Ps. 18:2), the worst of circumstances will not destroy that relationship.

Solid-rock faith allows me to believe that despite the chaos of the present moment, God does reign. Regardless of how worthless I may feel, I truly matter to a God of love. No pain lasts forever, and no evil triumphs in the end.

Solid-rock faith sees even the darkest deed of all history, the death of God’s Son, as a necessary prelude to the brightest moment in all history—His resurrection and triumph over death.

Lord, You are the Rock, the object of my faith. My faith stands on You and not on my shifting feelings; otherwise I would be sure to fall.
Christ, the Rock, is our sure hope.