[A David Song] “I love you, God— you make me strong. God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight.” Psalm 18:1
Last year Daisy lived out East with green grass instead of rocks like we have in our yard in Phoenix. I believe she is still trying to figure out how to go potty without hurting her paws. I see her look at me with the, “You’ve got to be kidding me” eyes. I encourage her—even tried walking barefoot on the rocks, once. Very painful.
The Psalm of David talks about how God is our bedrock under our feet. My feet are a mess. I have a foot condition called neuropathy. Many people with this diagnosis have diabetes. I do not, but it is possibly hereditary, as my father and a brother have had similar symptoms. I am grateful my feet are not painful. My toes tingle and there are many areas that are numb. I now drive with soft-soled shoes and use a walking stick on hikes.
I can’t complain about my feet because I can still walk and even dance. Should the day come when I can’t use my feet, I’ll rely on the bedrock of God to figure out how to move forward in my life.
Hopefully, Daisy’s feet will one day become hardened to the rock under foot, or I’ll need to plant a small patch of grass in her honor.
Thank you, God, for being the bedrock beneath our feet. Amen.