As I looked through our old biking photos, I kept returning to a scene that wasn't captured on film but is forever etched in my mind and heart.
It had been an invigorating day of cycling, and I was exhausted. The lake stretched to my left, and our hotel was on the curving shoreline. My natural inclination was to speed up towards this destination. Instead, a large rock beckoned me, and I braked. I stretched out on the flat rock and absorbed its warm surface. I felt the sun on my face, and I listened to the lapping waters of Lake Superior.
Over the years, I've often returned to this rock. It was my focal point during labor, my comforter in times of sickness, my strength through the battles of everyday life, and my refuge when I needed rest.
We love you God, our rock, our comforter, our strength, our refuge.