“But I would feed you with the finest wheat. I would satisfy you with wild honey from the rock.” Psalm 81:16
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Wild honey from the rock
Lord You amaze me.
You nourish me with your best blessings and lavish me with your finest gifts.
I am so very grateful.
But honey from a rock?
What a strange phrase. Or is it?
When the hardness of the world wears me down,
When strong forces resist my meager attempts to make a difference,
When the weight of heavy burdens crushes me like a mass of boulders,
You produce sweet delights and joy from the rock that suppresses me.
I think back on situations that overwhelmed me, dragged down my spirit, and stole away all hope. All I had left were shattered pebbles of a dream in my hand.
You, the God of all creation, brought forth something good from my ruins.
More than good, You “satisfied” me, fill me up with Your sweetness, joy and delight.
You make all things new again, not for You, but for me.
How can I ever thank You enough, God of wild honey.
God of the Rock
God, my Rock.