“But, I’m not a Fish,” Miss K replied with a look on her face that might as well have said, ‘I think you need to adjust your glasses mama, I don’t have gills, fins and pouted lips,’ as she blinked widely.
I chuckled within. Our conversations have been so interesting the last couple of weeks, there have been many questions and very many opportunities to teach. You can guess that the conversation above had begun with a question, more like a series of questions.
“Daddy, where are the Fish?” Miss K asked as she pointed at the fish pond,
“They are hiding under the rock that is where they hide from predators,” he responded as he held her up in the air to see a little clearer.
As they left, he taught her a song titled, ‘I am under the rock’, it is an oldie. After doing the school run, hubs told me this story and I archived it under the folder ‘To be discussed later.’ Miss K has a way of revisiting things after a few hours or days. ‘I want to teach her Under the Rock by MWP‘ I said to him.
Later that night, she asked to teach me a song, and started to sing,
I am under the rock, and the rock is higher than me,
Jehovah hides me, I am under the rock,
Go tell my enemies I am under the rock,
Jehovah hides me I am under the rock.
“Ksena, you know Jesus is the rock, and you can run to Him whenever you feel scared?”
“But, I’m not a Fish, mummy,”
I had not seen that response coming. When I read this verse it all made sense,
Psalm 71:3 New Living Translation (NLT)
3 Be my rock of safety
where I can always hide.
Give the order to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.
Like Fish, sometimes life channels at us harsh circumstances, sometimes the elements are at their extreme, but through it all, we have a rock of safety where we can always hide. One who can give the order for us to be saved, One who is bigger than any thing that we will ever face.
As the Fish hide under the rocks when it storms or shines, as they pout and purse their lips in peace, I too will hide under the Rock and breathe and live in peace.