This is the Rock of My Identity, says the psalmist. Without the living revelation of God in our hearts, we don’t know who we are, or whose we are. So he cries out immediately that the Lord not allow him to forget that revelation, because that’s how he handles things. When facing trials and sorrows, this is the anchor of our existence. Without it, we don’t live; we only exist.
People who wallow in self-pride will waste no time in scoffing at our faith, but they cannot push us off something they cannot comprehend. The ancient record of God’s judgment reveals His character and it breathes a sigh of relief in our souls.
When you walk by the convictions of your heart, you are shocked at how easily people abandon such a powerful focus of life. Who can bear to leave behind the sweet taste of moral truth and the enlightenment of the heart-mind? It’s like a grand symphony throbbing in our souls, a chorus of joy following us wherever we may wander on this earth.
The Lord’s fame and reputation is burned into the core of our being. It’s like a blazing fire in the coldest dark night of trial. How can you not huddle up close to it? We dare not let mere human sorrows attempt to smother the flames.
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