David wrote these words right after using eighteen previous verses to proclaim the works of the LORD and the purity found in dwelling within God’s Word.  A purity that brings perfect peace.

• Pure.
• Perfect Peace.
• Sure.
• Right.
• Enlightening.
• Righteous.
• True Judgment.
• Desirable.
• Costly.
• Sweeter than honeycomb drippings.
• Rich in Reward.

If you are a child of God (as I am) then you have been saved (as I have), and as saved, we have been washed clean.  God has cleansed us from our idol worship.  Therefore, we should never desire to return (back to those idols we once worshipped OR to any new idols we may now find).  God gave us a new heart, and God placed a new spirit within our bodies—HIS HOLY SPIRIT—and as God performed this miraculous surgery, He took out our heart of stone.  A heart of stone for a heart of flesh.  That’s what the Bible records in Ezekiel 36: 26.  Read the passage.  See the truth.

A new heart.

A new spirit.

A new love.

A new desire.

A new walk.

A new path.

Then God allows us to remain here (on earth, living among the same people, living within the same earthly house, living within the same family He gave us at our earthly birth).  God allows us to Live here at the same time HE allows us to LIVE for HIM.

This “living” reminds me of a story, one that involves me.  See in our mind a fifty-something mother and her adult daughter leaving the house.  Now, since they are leaving the “daughter’s house,” there are several stairs to descend in order to reach the street (over 100 steps).  There are steps within the building, and there are steps that lead from the exterior door down to the sidewalk near the street.  Let me just say, there are so many steps, and because there are so many, a person has time to think.

That’s where I found myself a few days ago—descending the steps to reach the street so we could walk into the city.

We had stepped outside the apartment, walked down the steps to the exterior door, and reached the outdoors.  That’s when I knew I left something precious behind in my bedroom.

I patted my pockets searching, even though as I patted against the empty pockets, I knew the truth—I forgot my rock.

“What did you forget?” my intuitive daughter asked.

“My rock,” I replied as I pondered a quick return inside.

“Do you want to go back?” she asked me.

“No, it’s okay,” I lied.

“You can [go back] if you want; we’re not in a hurry,” she said as she paused on the steps, going neither up nor down.

“No, it’s okay, really,” I said as I contemplated my first-ever walk without a rock going with me inside my pocket (or my first-ever since before the days I walked alone without my rock).

“Okay, if you’re sure,” she said, as she turned to continue our descent down the many steps, and that’s when I saw them:  Rocks.  So many rocks lying there, near the outside of the building.

“I don’t have a Wiesbaden rock,” I mentioned, as I began to search the ground for a rock to carry with me as we walked downtown.  We traveled down several stairs while I searched the ground.  For those who know me, it was a wonder that I did not stumble, fall, and land on my backside as I searched the ground beside the steps and did not carefully watch where I placed my feet as we descended down the steps to the street.

Finally, I saw it, my Wiesbaden rock.  It was a brown, sand-stone rock, one that was average in size, and one that contained a slight bump, a blemish.  I reached down, retrieved the new rock, placed it inside my right pocket of my green shorts, and merrily stepped alongside my daughter.  I think she could sense the change in my focus and the change in my peace because she looked at me and said, “You are so funny.”  She said the words like they were true, as though she did not mean my humor was funny, but like she meant my character was funny.

Funny, not as in funny-humorous, but funny as in odd, as in different, as in just plain “funny-acting.”

The “funny” part of this story is that my daughter was talking about ME!

And the “funny” part is that she is correct—I am quite funny-odd in my character, but thank goodness, she seems to love me anyway.

In God’s Word, we see a man who realized the importance of remaining close beside the Savior’s side.

The shepherd-boy David knew how to cling to the Rock.

The psalmist David understood what it meant to cling to the Rock.

The king of Israel David wholeheartedly sensed the need to cling to the Rock.

That’s probably why David said,

Where is our heart-focused?

Who do we love—MOST?

To whom do we cling—MOST?

I may choose to carry a rock with me each day, my prayer rock that reminds me to pray as the day passes by; however, I wonder if each one of us are clinging to the Solid Rock, to JESUS.

Is our love for God pure & undefiled?

Is our faithfulness sure?

Is our attention undivided?

Do we keep our eyes fixed upon our LORD?

In relation to all others, is God positioned within our lives as our #1 priority?

Is God our Master, our Redeemer & Friend, our Provider, our Savior, our Sustainer, our Rock?

It is Almighty God who sought us, who offered us His Salvation.

It is Almighty God who gave us a new heart.

Yes, without a doubt, it is Almighty God who replaced our old heart for a brand-new heart.

God is the breath that we breathe; He is the blood that now runs through our veins as His Son’s blood covers all our sins. Thank You Father God for also faithfully remaining the Solid Rock we can continually cling to as we walk throughout our earthly days.  May we remain forever faithful—to YOU GOD!