...and the One Rock That Holds
This Fading Grass, Anchors, and the One Rock That Holds After reading, 1 Peter 1:24-25, over and over again, I feel like it hits differently compared to other verses. It feels less like Scripture and more like what is happening in my life. " All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of grass . " For years, I’ve known this in my bones, long before I could have articulated it. I’ve been in this long, exhausting war with depression, a heavy, cold fog that settles in and teaches you, in the most intimate way, just how fragile "flesh" is. It taught me that my own mind, my energy, my very ability to feel hope or joy, is all "grass." It can wither for no reason at all, leaving me empty and just... tired. In that fog, you desperately search for an anchor, anything to hold onto. And I had mine. Together with my wife, I had these two beautiful, bright, solid anchors: my two young sons. Their laughter, their needs, their simple, unconditional lov...