Every time I drive up and down the mountain I feel like I am taking my life into my hands. Why? Just look at those boulders! Like the sword of damocles they precariously loom directly over the roadway promising death (or catastrophic injury at a minimum) in the event that an earthquake occurs as our Astro Van is zipping by.The scariest thing is that an earthquake isn't even necessary. Gravity and some crumbly dirt may be all that is needed to bring one of those big boys down. There is absolutely no shoulder and some of those boulders actually overhang the traveled way. They don't appear to be anchored to bedrock. California has many problems on its plate but perhaps none so pressing as Highways 243 and 74.
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We are surely protected from an avalanche of catastrophe each day as the Spirit intercedes on our behalf before the Father, our invisible advocate beseeching the Father to do for us those things we don't deserve. Because of His love, He is surely glad to hold out a merciful hand, keeping those crushing blows from destroying us both in body and spirit. Much like you have been spared from an unplanned trip off the side of the cliff or a crushing blow, I am sure we are sheltered from those things that would surely destroy us. We are loved by a merciful Father. -- Is this what you had in mind Josh?
Thank you for my morning devotions, Tricia. Beautifully said and such a truthful reminder.
I remember asking Annie as we careened down the mountain for Miles' birth just what kept those big boulders in place. I was sure there would be one in the middle of the road each time we rounded a bend.
That's great stuff, Tricia! Anybody else?
"narrow way" - my closest calls, ever, behind the wheel have been driving down to Banning when in fear of those overhangs i've cheated and used the other lane too - in which case the danger of an immobile rock was replaced with the greater danger of a hurtling automobile...and despite the discomfort and care needed to stay in my lane I know it is safer still.
" I lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence comes my help. My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth."
NO, I'm not competing with Tricia, whose response was wonderful.
I'm just thinking of scriptures, and marveling at the fact that 3 Tates have all harbored this fear that had never occured to me.
Either ignorance is bliss, or the terrain, to a native, isn't as daunting. Interesting.
Scattered scriptural thoughts without addresses:
"He is my rock, my fortress, my strong tower. I will trust and not be afraid. He who keeps me neither slumbers or sleeps."
"For this momentary light affliction is producing in us a far greater weight of glory while we look not at the things that are seen, but at the things that are not seen. For the things that are seen are temporal, but the things that are not seen are eternal."
It seems to me, off the top of my tired head- as it's late and I'm fading, that this might be like the fear of flying. Statistically and on practical safety levels, all reasonable precautions have been made. But if you look out the window and think about what could happen......
So the question might be, where is our gaze to be fixed?
Wonderfully helpful, Annie! I think it does have much to do with the focus of our gaze. Good reminder for me on this day.
Job - that was awesome - the force is with you! Very good illustration
And the winner is...
...Ah shucks, you're all winners!
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