Growing up in a family that recites all kinds of phrases was always quite comical and for that matter, often confusing. I am not certain of what “death looks like riding on a soda cracker,” but I infer that’s it not a look I would want to sport. “A dead cat on a line” was questionable, and a bit creepy. Perhaps the strangest was “looking like a Saturday fart going to a Sunday picnic.” I know, what can I say? You don’t choose your family. However there are other more common sayings that were incorporated into my person as well, like, “being stuck between a rock and hard place.” No interpretation or explanation was needed for this one. I knew this was not a desirable place. What I was more intrigued about was how a person could end up in such a horrible predicament.
As I matured, it didn’t take long for me to realize that often one does not elect or register to being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Circumstances may be out of one’s control, and before its apparent, there you are facing difficulty and challenge with few (if any) options for liberation. Other times, poor decision making, disappointment, trust in someone other than self or God, for that matter form the foundation of hardness. Its in those times that we begin to question God’s allowance for our challenge. Didn’t he see it coming? Isn’t he sovereign? Couldn’t he have enacted whatever was necessary to allow us to avoid such a habitation? Does he not see the difficulty? Where exactly is that way of escape that I read about in 1 Corinthians 10:13?
Even in our hardness we are to endure as a good soldier (2 Timothy 2:3). But the toddler in me screams, “I don’t want to!” I would rather avoid hardness. I know, enter other cliches; “what doesn’t kill us, will make us stronger,” “God doesn’t give us more than we can handle,” and my favorite, “this too shall pass.” The teenager in me screams, “Shut up!” When I am stuck between a rock and a hard place, I just want to crawl under a rock. Then, the Holy Spirit whispered, “that’s exactly what you need to do.” I pause to consider a different methodology. Enter my ah-hah moment.
We are reminded in 2 Samuel 22:2, “The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer.” In Psalm 62:6, “He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defense; I shall not be moved. Psalm 62:7, “In God is my salvation and my glory, the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.” Psalm 78:35, “And they remembered that God was their rock, and the high God their redeemer!”
We must remember that God is our rock! We don’t have to feel stuck. We can go under the rock, under the shadow of the Almighty, and allow our rock to go up against our hard place! Our rock is greater! Our rock is stronger! Our rock is powerful! Our rock can not only see us through the hard place, but provide peace while we are there. The kind of peace that when others know we are in a hard place and sees us smiling. Much like the enemy is confused by our praise and worship when he believes his attacks are working.
Next time you find yourself between a rock and a hard place, rest your head and your situation upon God, our Rock and watch him make the roughness smooth. In the words of Aretha, God is our Rock steady baby!