discouragement and overwhelming tiredness numbed me as i rested my head on the couch pillow. my dry soul could hardly remember being sure of anything. i stared straight ahead, unseeing, trying not to think...
a movement caught my eye. a tiny gray pinpoint. i focused on its movement, uninterested, really. it grew in my field of vision. a pebble. a rock. a cliff. a mountain. closer and closer. knowing gradually dawned. the rock. the mountain. unshakable. never changing. solid. real. big. huge. my fortress. my God. peace grew with the mountain. i was safe. known. loved. i never forgot.
years after I read in Daniel 2...
"...but the stone that struck the statue became a great mountain and filled the whole earth...the God of heaven will set up a kingdom that will never be destroyed, and this kingdom will not be left to another people. it will crush all these kingdoms and bring them to an end, but will itself endure forever."
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