Get Rocked.

Sometimes, the world rocks you in good and bad ways. You are slapped across the face by life when you least expect it. Maybe it's the fact that you got an amazing new job. Maybe you aced a test that you were freaking out about. Maybe it's not a good kind of rock. Maybe it's a death of a friend, family member, or your child. 


I found something recently that rocked my world. Cancer. What an ugly word. This ugly word has and is currently rocking my father in the form of a tumor. I have seen him cry twice in my lifetime. Once, when he married my mother as I stood on stage with the two of them in a white flower-girl dress alongside my mother wearing a white bridal dress, and the second time was last evening. 


He sat in his room. Alone. His door, cracked, didn't mute the soft falling tears. My daddy didn't want me to hear his tears to King Jesus. See, he gets it. My worldly father understands the healing hands of our Heavenly Father. The same hands that were pierced on the cross are the hands of comfort that my father's body and soul as he sleeps in peace tonight. Jesus never ceases to baffle me with His amazing, glorifying, goodness. This is when I'm reminded...


You know who doesn't get rocked? Jesus Christ. He is the first and final "rocker". He holds all of the possibilities in His court. Things don't catch Him off guard. Jesus says in Psalms 139:13-14 "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." He rocks me when I get rocked myself. I can rely on the fact that He already knows what is planned for my life, and for my family's life as well. Get Rocked. Let Him rock your world. 


Keep Ripping,
Blythe Anderson