I went to church on Sunday. The sermon was called “Upon This Rock,” and was very good. There we sang “Rock of Ages.” After church, I went out to eat and on the menu was baked rockfish. When I was a child, we hiked up to White Rock, just for something to do. In the West, five of our Presidents are carved in rock. When my babies were little, I rocked them to sleep. In the summertime, I sit on my front porch in my rocking chair and enjoy the gentle breeze. I reminisce about my vacation in the Rocky Mountains. I love working in my garden. I pull the weeds and remove the little rocks. On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand, all other ground is sinking sand. Never did I realize how important that little word was in my life. That little word is “Rock.”

Ruth Brickhouse