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Safety in the Rock

Psalm 61:2 — From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering rock of safety.

I remember sitting in the back seat as a little girl, the hum of the car engine filling the quiet between songs. My mom’s voice floated from the front, singing words I didn’t yet understand: “When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”

Back then, I shrugged. What did that even mean? A rock higher than I? It sounded safe, sure, but abstract. I could sense that it was something good, but it just didn’t make sense yet. I just smiled and let the melody wash over me, not realizing how much it was being tucked into my heart.

Years later, I now find myself reaching for and singing those words myself. Life can be challenging and full of worries and responsibilities. My chest tightens from stress, but then I sing out that melody I learned from my mom.

“When my heart is overwhelmed…”

Psalm 61:2 comes to mind every time I sing that hymn. It says, “From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering rock of safety.”

And just like that, the overwhelm shifts. It’s a habit etched deep in my heart, and I’m so thankful for my mom’s example because it modeled how I could turn to God even in the stress and put my trust in Him.

When I do, “the Rock that is higher than I” isn’t abstract anymore. He’s tangible. He’s powerful, and He’s the safest place I can run to when I’m overwhelmed.

Now I am the one in the front seat setting the example for others. When they see my life, I hope they can learn that there is someone we can all turn to when we feel crushed or overwhelmed.

Faith is often passed down in small ways like that. Not sermons. Not perfect words. Just habits, patterns, and examples repeated until they become part of who we are.

That’s what makes me stop and think. Who first showed you where to run when life felt heavy? And who is watching how you respond now? Foundations matter. Not because life spares us from difficulty, but because when it comes, we already know where to go.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

When you feel overwhelmed, where is your instinct to run first?
Is there a song, verse, or prayer from your past that God brings back to you in stressful moments?
Who modeled faith for you in small, everyday ways—and how did that shape you?
What habits are you forming now that others might one day lean on?
What would it look like today to intentionally run to God as your place of safety instead of trying to carry everything alone?

Lyrics:

When my heart is overwhelmed
When I barely trust myself
Lead me to the Rock
Higher than I

When the night is closing in
To remind me of my sin
Lead me to the Rock
Higher than I

Lead me to the Rock
Higher than I

Higher than I
Higher than I
Higher than I
Higher than I

So much stronger
So much greater
So much wiser
So much higher

Higher than I
Higher than I

When the doubt is rising up
When it comes in like a flood
Lead me to the Rock
Higher than I
Yeah lead me to the Rock
Higher than I

Where else would I go
Who else would I run to
Where else would I go
Who else would I run to

Written by Steven Furtick, Chris Brown, Brandon Lake, Mitch Wong
©2025 Music by Elevation Worship Publishing / Brandon Lake Music / Original Wong Publishing / Bell Music Publishing

January 11, 2026/by Bri Dunn

Not Alone After All

Daily Devotional, Heart of the Artist

Psalm 94:19 — When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.

I should have been on cloud nine, but instead I’m falling apart inside.

On paper, life is unreal. I’m touring with Bethel Music. I’m writing with people whose songs shaped my faith. I’m standing in rooms I never dreamed I’d ever be invited into. Everything is moving so fast, and everyone keeps telling me how blessed I am. I believe them. I really do.

But that night after returning from tour, standing in my boy’s bedroom, something inside me starts to break down.

My wife Brittany is putting one of our sons to bed. I’m lying next to another, just listening to his breathing. And out of nowhere, this wave of panic and depression hits me. My thoughts spiral so fast I don’t know what to do. I don’t recognize myself. I feel like I might crash out or do something crazy just to make the feeling stop.

Pride keeps me from calling anyone. It feels too vulnerable. So, instead, I text two of my closest friends. I tell them I’m not okay. I tell them I’m scared.

They try to call me back, but I don’t answer. I’m still trying to be dad, trying to be steady, and did I mention how vulnerable talking on the phone felt?

Then my phone buzzes again. It’s a voice message.

It’s my buddy, Micah.

I can tell he’s worried. But on his message, he just prays for me. With my son curled against me, I just listen to Micah’s prayer. And something breaks inside of me in a good way. It’s enough to breathe and enough for me to finally admit I can’t carry this alone.

You see, I haven’t told anyone how this season of touring and success makes me feel when I come home. Not even my wife. So I go to Brittany and confess everything I’ve been holding in. She just holds me close in that moment.

Looking back, and after months of professional counseling, I see what was going on that led to my crash out.

On tour, I had gotten so used to the adrenaline, mountaintops, and constant motion that my body didn’t know the difference between joy and pressure. It only knew stress, and when I got home and life got back to normal, the adrenaline crashed. It hit my mind hard and dark thoughts filled the places where stress once lived. Insecurities. Questions I’d never asked before. Lies I never thought I’d believe.

Getting help changed everything. Talking to my counselor reminded me that there is a true north even when my internal compass is spinning. Through every high and low, God is my steady constant to comfort me in the deepest places.

As we see in the Psalms, “When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul” (Psalm 94:19). And sometimes, God’s consolation sounds like a friend praying over you, or feels like arms holding you when you finally tell the truth.

That night changed how I listen to my limits. Even when life looks meaningful and full, the soul can still be overwhelmed. But God’s consolation often comes through people willing to step into the weight with us.

So maybe the bravest thing we can do is stop pretending we are fine and allow His comfort to meet us where we actually are.

— Brandon Lake

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

When life looks “good” on the outside, are there places in your heart that still feel overwhelmed or heavy?
What keeps you from asking for help when you’re struggling—fear, pride, or the pressure to appear strong?
Who has God placed in your life that could be a source of His comfort if you let them in?
In moments of anxiety or emotional exhaustion, where do you usually turn first—for relief or for distraction?
What would it look like today to stop pretending you’re fine and allow God’s consolation to meet you where you truly are?

January 10, 2026/by David Hall

No More Hiding from God

Daily Devotional, Sarah Hall

Hebrews 4:13 — Nothing in all creation is hidden from God. Everything is naked and exposed before His eyes, and He is the one to whom we are accountable.

I have a room in my house that only exists because doors exist.

You know the kind. You open it, take one look, and immediately close it again—like the mess inside might lunge at you if you hesitate. Inside are wedding decorations I swore I’d organize later, picture frames still waiting on nails, boxes of “I’ll deal with this someday.”

It’s not chaos everywhere else in my house, which is the point. When people come over, they don’t see it. Everything looks fine. Put together. Managed.

But every time I walk past that door, my chest tightens just a little. Because even closed, the mess is still there. And I know it.

And it hits home when I think about how it reflects more about my life.

You see, I’ve done the same thing with my heart.

There are places I don’t love to open up. Old memories that still sting. Choices I wish I could re-label or shove further back. Thoughts I don’t say out loud. I tell myself it’s fine as long as I keep those doors shut. As long as they’re hidden. As long as God doesn’t go poking around in there.

But then I remember the truth I keep trying to forget: nothing is actually hidden.

“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account” (Hebrews 4:13).

That verse used to make me nervous. Because I heard it as exposure. Like God was standing in the doorway with His arms crossed, taking inventory of every mess I pushed aside. I assumed His seeing meant disappointment. Or that “you should know better by now” sigh.

So I kept the door closed.

But the longer I live with that room the more I realize how backwards my fear was. God already knows what’s in there. Nothing surprises Him. Nothing shocks Him. And nothing disqualifies me from His presence.

One afternoon, I finally left the door open. And standing there, surrounded by half-finished projects and forgotten things, it became clear: the room wasn’t the enemy. The fear was.

I didn’t clean it all at once. I started with one box. Then another. Some things went back where they belonged. Some things I realized I didn’t need anymore.

That’s what it feels like when God steps into the hidden places of our hearts. It’s the permission we all long for to stop hiding and pretending. To finally deal with what’s been inside. When we let Him sort through the clutter, He doesn’t expose us to shame. He leads us into freedom. And slowly, space opens up, peace settles in, and breathing feels easier.

I’m learning that closed doors don’t bring relief—they just delay it.

So maybe the question isn’t what’s behind your door. You already know. Maybe the better question is whether you’re tired of walking past it, pretending it doesn’t matter, when the One who loves you most is already standing there. He’s ready to help you clean, restore, and make room for something new.

A MOMENT TO REFLECT

Are there areas of your heart or life that you’ve been keeping “behind closed doors,” hoping no one—including God—will notice?
When you think about God seeing everything, do you tend to feel fear or relief? Why do you think that is?
What might it look like to invite God into just one hidden area instead of trying to fix everything at once?
How could trusting God with what’s hidden lead you toward freedom instead of shame?

January 9, 2026/by Sarah Hall