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.

Mountain Mover

Regardless of where I live geographically, I’ll always be an ocean girl. When you spend your childhood listening to waves crashing beneath your bedroom window, that sound never leaves you.

But another part of me loves the mountains. I have many fond memories of family weekends in our VW Camper in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We drove along the Kancamagus Highway, exploring covered bridges, gorges, and falls. And although we never rode the famous Cog Railway, our car did climb Mt. Washington.

Mountains are as varied as seacoasts. Some are green and rolling, others are rugged and snow-capped. But unlike the ever-changing tides, mountains are steadfast and unmovable. You have to go around them, over them or through them, because they won’t get out of your way.

The biggest challenges we face in life may seem like mountains. And similar to Mount Everest, they are treacherous and often impossible to climb — unless you have a trusted and experienced guide.

I take great comfort in knowing that my God is able to move mountains. He knows every obstacle I face, and He will always provide a way to get to the other side. I’ve learned there are no shortcuts to the summit. The journey may be lengthy, but every step of that climb will deepen my faith.

When Jesus’ disciples could not cast a demon out of a young boy, they asked him why.

“He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”” – Matthew‬ ‭17:20‬

Know this: there is no mountain too tall, too high, or too intimidating for God. Whatever mountain you are facing today, put your faith in Him, and trust that you will never climb alone.