Grounded in Faith

Wouldn’t you miss this view? The photo above was taken at sunset from Sharkey’s On the Pier, one of our favorite local restaurants in Venice, Florida. It’s a place to leave your worries behind while dining with your toes in the sand.

And speaking of sand, perhaps you’ve read or heard about the growing trend of “grounding” or “earthing”. The notion is that we have literally lost touch with the sand and soil beneath our feet, causing us to disconnect from the earth’s vital energy. Many believe that we need to re-connect with that natural energy to restore our health and well-being.

No doubt, we are a disconnected society. But will we truly fill our need to reconnect by walking barefoot through a meadow, or sleeping on the forest floor?

Like a Rock

When I was a child living beside the ocean, I would run down the huge boulders behind my house. They were like stairs to me. I knew each one from memory, scrambling from patio to the sand in a matter of seconds. Talk about grounding! It was a miracle I never broke a limb.

But I trusted in those stones. They never moved. I knew them so well that I could probably navigate my way blindfolded.

Likewise, my faith is grounded on such a Rock. I trust in the One who will never be moved or shaken.

There is a hymn, Christ the Solid Rock, that speaks of this precious faith. The first verse and chorus came to my mind today:

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name

On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

Grounding can mean different things to each of us. For me, it is a deeply spiritual place of connection with Jesus. And it is where I find safety and security as I walk through my daily life.

A Fresh Start

It seems most everyone I know is doing some sort of cleansing these days. A few years back I would have thought that meant scrubbing the kitchen sink or bathroom floors, but in today’s culture it usually means “detoxing” or ridding the body of harmful chemicals or other unhealthy substances that may build up over time. This cleansing is typically done with special diets of juices or fasting, or maybe a combination of both. After doing a bit more research on the subject though, I decided it was not for me.

The thought of a lifestyle cleanse though . . . that was another matter.

I’ve never given up anything for Lent in the past, but this year it seemed important to me — almost urgent. There was a growing hunger for peace and rest and also a deep yearning for spiritual renewal. I had to do something. As Ash Wednesday approached, I began analyzing many of my daily habits and considered what I might give up sacrificially. I needed to find something that when removed, would have a significant impact on my life. There was only one “toxin” that immediately sprang to mind, but I quickly made excuses and pushed it aside. I could always find reasons to stay connected to Facebook.

In the end, my resistance to unplugging proved to me why it was so necessary. It was time. I thoughtfully planned my exit and even wrote a post explaining why I would be absent for six weeks. Thinking back, that in itself is kind of scary. Certainly there would be ways for my friends and family to reach me if they didn’t see me online! I posted my exit strategy a week ahead of my departure, and in doing so I discovered others who had been secretly longing to do the same thing. (Hopefully they are not reading this, because if they are, then I guess they changed their minds or were unable to make the break.) Note: This blog auto-posts to my Facebook page via WordPress, so no, I am not cheating. 🙂

Have I missed it so far? I can honestly say, not very much. I’ve caught myself several times right before habitually tapping on the familiar blue app on my iPad for a morning update. And right about now I am wondering about the chatter I am missing about the upcoming March snowstorm threatening our region. But here I am, blogging again. My husband and I have been spending more time together. I am reading a Lenten devotion and learning to be still again. I sip coffee while watching birds at our feeder. I am rediscovering things I had overlooked or neglected while scrolling through my news feed.

I’m also realizing that six weeks is really not enough time for a complete detox, but it is definitely a step in the right direction. I’ll let you know what I discover along the way.