I run to the Rock

It will soon be nine months since Jason's death....it seems like he has been gone much longer. I have learned much about life and death, , faith and doubt, love and loss in the past nine months. I have learned to run to the Rock of my salvation, the stone that the builders rejected....and hold fast. If I think about Jason not being here with us, sorrow and grief overwhelm me, but if I think of Jason being in the presence of Jesus, I am content and peaceful. If I think about the last few weeks of Jason's life, I crumble in tears, but if I think about the whole of his life and the beautiful man he was, I am full of joy and appreciation for the time we had with him. When life wants to overtake me, I run to the Rock and I plant my feet firmly on that Rock, and I wrap my arms around the Rock and all is well. Psalms 18 :2 says "The Lord is my Rock, my fortress and my deliverer, my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge" How very true I have found this to be....Jesus is my refuge, my Rock, my deliverer, my hope, my peace, my joy. So, I run to the Rock and there I find my hiding place....what comfort.