Today I was asked, do you stand on your rock or do you live your rock. It got me thinking. We are so good at standing on our rock and look down and see all that is wrong with this word. Yet we do not have Life joy. We portray our happiness with self-righteousness and believe that, that is enough. Standing on our rocks pointing fingers. Thinking and believing that we are not the problem.
We show the world our live joy, yet we are broken inside. Standing on your rock thinking that as no one can see your soul you are safe. We live in an unforgiving world where your past defines your future. Ridiculed by our own conscience. Blaming all for what is wrong in our life’s, believing you have no control. Control? Control over our feelings, control over our thoughts, Control?
If you got up this morning thinking, that today I will not let anyone get to me, You have no control. If you park your car and think, I hope it’s still here when I get back, You have no control. Looking at your finances and wondering, how are we going to survive this month, You have no control.
I know its easier said than done. But how many of you have that one friend that should not be standing, yet they stand. On their rock, live unable to push them down. That one friend who can not make ends meet, yet they do. I came to the realisation that I am not so in control over my life as I believed. Fighting an endless war against my enemies, myself and people I trusted with more that just a few secrets. Only to realise, I stand alone. I have no control over my live, no control, yet I believed I had. Sat back and decided I’m taking control back. I will not go down this road again. Yet here I am again. Lost control. Thought I was totally in control. Listening to all that needed me. A friend going through some stuff, “hang in there it will get better”, a friend suffering depression “did you take your tablets”. Today realised neither of us had control. We don’t have control. As we give control to the anti-depression meds. Suicide? Control to the tablet or weapon.
As I listened to the rest, I realised we have no control. No control over our wars. No control over our lives. Then came the punchline. A story that was told and retold to me. About Table Mountain, it had been there, for decades and will still be there for decades more. Through storms, hale, mist and all elements of nature, it’s still standing. Majestic, huge beautiful. In the same spot. Through all the seasons. Changing its coat from stone on a sunny day to a white jacket of snow. Sometimes invisible to the naked eye due to mist. Thunder, rain and hale cannot move it.
So should your belief be, through all the seasons and storms in your life. Stand on your rock and place your belief in “I am”, you are standing on your rock at the bottom of “Table Mountain”. God made his promise. He is there day in and day out. Night after night. Month after month, year after year. Been there for decades. Maybe it’s time, while staying on your rock, to decide, to not just stand on the rock, but to be the rock. Turn your face from control, turn your back and face the Mountain. Decide to have life joy, believe that God is as he said “Ï am”. You can continue to believe that you can control the elements in your life, hope that it will change, or, you can place the control in Gods hands and believe that He can take control. Your choice.
Thank You Lord, for sending the wind to clear the clouds in my life. Thank you for the rain to refresh my soul. Thank you for the warm sun after the dark. Thank You Lord, for being the only part of my life I can control. Lord today I surrender.
Feeding the ducks 2019-02-04
Thanks Prof. Yolanda Dreyer (02/02)