He gives power to the weak,
And to those who have no might He increases strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary,
And the young men shall utterly fall,
But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.
I’m good, down here on the ground.
I’m not a high-flying, tight-rope walking, edge-of-the-cliff standing type of girl. I have to look away from the TV even when cartoon characters get too close to the cliff or a commercial comes on and the people are in a Ferris wheel.
I like it just fine down here on the ground.
As a child I walked across a balance beam, very slowly. I think the beam shook more than I did. I tried to vault but as soon as I got to the horse, I stopped. And bars? Nah. They hurt my hands and hips to much to do a circle around the bottom rung letting on getting to the top.
Which makes it even more puzzling as I remember crossing the rungs of the monkey bar and hanging upside down from it. Swinging so high the swing-set came up off the ground. Or conquering the jungle gym.
So maybe, just maybe, I AM NOT as afraid of heights as I think I am. Maybe as an adult I’ve just convinced myself I am.
Or, perhaps, I’m really not meant to fly.
It’s scary to put yourself out there. It’s hard to believe we can do something we’ve dreamed of doing. Sometimes we fall off the horse so many times, we’ve decided we just can’t bring ourselves to get back up on it.
Because . . .
Lord, I’m just not strong enough
I’m feeling mighty fragile
I can’t keep up, I can’t stand.
My knees are weak and my heart failing
Lord, I’m so afraid I won’t stop falling.
If I get back up, if I try again,
Oh Lord, what’s the use, think I’ll just quit.
But is this what God wants from us? From me? To give up, give in, and quit?
No, I don’t think so . . .
And so I rise. I rise up and stand.
I may shake but not on sinking sand.
With His help I mount upon eagle’s wings
my stride is sure, my gait is wide
as I hold my head up high.
I slough off the thoughts that hinder
reaching for the God who sees
touching the sky from my bended knees.
Then I spread out my arms and take that leap
letting His Holy Spirit glide right underneath me.
Dear one, strength is given when we reach out and take God’s hand. Strength is given as we wait for Him to fill us and give us all we need for whatever it is we are going through. And as we feel His strength course through our weary bones, we find the will to move on. To get back up, try again, take that next step.
Oh dear friend…
Whatever you are facing
whatever comes your way,
He’s never left you
and He’s already made a way.
©13, August 2019
From My Heart to Yours,
All photos courtesy of www.pixabay.com
I enjoy your messages. Have a blessed day!
Thank you Melissa! Sweet blessings to you. 🙂
Oh, how I hate heights, Marcie, and cringe like you do even at the hint of someone being too close to the edge of a cliff. Yet, I know that I’m grounded in God, glad to feel His solid earth beneath my feet.
On Christ the solid rock I stand! Isn’t He wonderful? Blessings on your week as well Martha. 🙂