When Moses’ arms grew tired, Aaron and Hur brought a stone for him to sit on, while they stood beside him and held up his arms, holding them steady until the sun went down. In this way, Joshua totally defeated the Amalekites.Exodus 17:12-14
Last night I had the chance to go out with some girlfriends.
We laughed a lot. We talked a lot. We ate a lot. We worried a little and prayed a little, too. We worshiped together.
As we sat listening to a sweet, sweet song about Jesus being there through the hills, the valleys, the radiant days and the darkest nights, tears came unbidden to my eyes.
I didn’t mean to cry. I didn’t even want to. But I did because, well, I’m a crier.
Some of them were sad tears but mostly they were thankful ones. It’s hard to find the right words to explain it, but just sitting there, hearing that song, I was reminded of all the good God has brought me. How even walking through the valley of the shadow of literal death, I do not need to fear evil. I am held in his hands.
As I sat in that church, one arm raised in surrender and tears falling freely down my face, I felt a physical arm come around me. Without saying a word, my friend beside me had placed her arm around my shoulders. Gently, she let me know she was there. A bit later, as we prayed, my friend in the row behind me rested her hand on my shoulder as well. They didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to. They were just there, holding me up. Supporting me. Loving me.
This isn’t the first time and I have no doubt that it will not be the last. Over these last few months, I’ve had so many similar experiences. Times where I felt weak but was able to go on simply because in my weakness God is strong. His strength is often shown through the love and obedience of his people.
Like Moses, who when his arms got tired had Aaron and Hur standing beside him, in my moments of weakness, I continually have strong women and men beside me, holding up my arms when I am too weary to hold them up myself. This battle isn’t over. This war isn’t yet won, but I know that even though my arms are weary, I do not have to find the strength to lift them on my own. I have no doubt that I will continue to be upheld until the sun goes down and the enemy is defeated.
For this I am so thankful.