I woke in the wee hours of the morning the other day thinking thoughts about weakness, talking it over with the Lord. A simple white and black picture came to mind. It was an image of a person standing on a huge boulder and on that boulder were the words "Christ my Rock." Like a boxer who has been knocked down over and over but refuses to stay down, this person was hunched over, barely able to stand, gloves up and determined to keep fighting.
"That's me, isn't it Lord?" Weakened, yet hating to be weak; defeated, yet refusing to let weakness take me down.
Then another image presented itself alongside the first. This one had the same rock, but rather than standing, I was lying face down and spread eagle, completely limp on the Rock. No longer fighting weakness but embracing it. Embracing it because I was embracing Christ.
"That's how you want me to be, right Lord?"
But no, there was one more thing the Lord wanted to add to this picture. There was Christ my Rock. There was me, face down, arms out. And there was a cross - on my back.
"Be to me a rock of refuge, to which I may continually come; you have given the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress. " Psalm 71:3