Be my rock of refuge,
a stronghold to give me safety,
for you are my rock and my fortress.
O my God, rescue me from the hand of the wicked.
From our conceptions in our mothers’ wombs, to our inevitable returns to dust, God is always with us. In Psalm 71, an aging King David pleads for the protection and refuge of God. As his body weakens and his enemies try to dethrone him, David calls out, making sure God is still there. While David’s cries draw God nearer, he remembers his testimony and the times God tempered the bitterness of his life and amplified the victories.
As we celebrate Advent, I am reminded of Mary, Jesus’s mother. I imagine how frightened she may have been and remember how close she came to having Jesus alone. In seasons of insecurity and vulnerability, the saints remind us that the rock we seek and protection we desire is always available to us. We learn that just because we haven’t used something in a while, doesn’t mean it’s not there.
Prayer: God gift me the memory of your love for me. If I forget, may it only be to remember again.
~ Emerald Carter