Near my childhood home was a spot that my best friend and I called “Rock Valley.” Nestled back in the deep woods, there arose 4 or 5 large rocks that were just begging to be climbed on and sat upon. And climbed on and sat upon they were, many times. There was something grounding and very peaceful about sitting high on those large rocks, finding the perfect spot to rest and gaze around the woods. It felt safe and solid and strong.
Portmagee, Ireland has a beach called Reencaheragh, filled with rocks of all sizes, colors and shapes. My children adored it, and spent hours exploring and yes, just sitting on the rocks. What is it about rocks? The fascination is still there for me today. Maybe it has something to do with our need for stability, for strength, for security. Psalm 40:1-3 says:
“I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.”
Go to the Rock. Climb, sit, and stay awhile.