“The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation.
He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior—
from violent people you save me.” 2 Samuel 22:2-3
As a child, I used to love going to the playground. Of course, back then, everything was made of metal, wood, and fiberglass. I would spin on the merry-go-round for a while, or at least until it made me dizzy. I remember my favorite slide. It looked like a rocket ship that you had to climb up through the center of then shoot out the side and down the long undulating slide. I remember my friends and I would swing as high as we could and see who could jump out, launching themselves as far as they could up and out onto the grass below. I also remember the teeter-totter. Every one I ever played on was made of a large piece of wood, shaped just enough to sit on each end, and sometimes it had handles to hold on for dear life. You and a friend could just casually balance back and forth, taking turns pushing up into the sky. As boys, however, we would often try to rock so hard that the other would lose his balance and jump or fall off. This action, of course, never ended well for either participant. I remember thinking how great it was to get up so high and then doing my part to go low so my friend could have the same experience. We learned over time that it was important to ride with someone who was a similar size so that you could balance one another.