Bedrock

From somewhere in my dim and distant, far-off childhood, I remember standing on bedrock. I stood in a creek, water swirling around my feet, tiny pebbles bumping into my ankles, the rushing current tugging at me. The rock I stood on was not moved. It was large, solid, and anchored somewhere far below the stream. If I had stepped off that rock, I would have lost my footing; the water was deep and I most certainly would have floundered, but on the bedrock I was safe.

Many times I think of Mom and Dad; their lives, their values, their expectations, their belief in God, and the things I learned from them. No one ever worked any harder than or valued their family more than my parents did. They were my rock, my bedrock. With them I felt perfectly safe, no matter what else was going on around me. At their house, my welcome was sure; I was loved and valued.

I hope today we give our children the same sense of security. I hope our kids know what we believe and why we believe it. We need to make sure their feet are planted firmly on immovable bedrock, a firm foundation of belief in God, the values of truth and integrity, honesty, compassion, and hard work.

A lot of currents swirl around us today, especially around our children. Unrest, turmoil, danger and deceitfulness tug at them and at us all, trying to move us. We must make sure our foundation is a bedrock of faith and trust and hope, and having done that, stand firm.