I love the echoes of God.
He says something to us – something personal – through a sermon, a time in the Word or the shared thoughts of a friend. Then He says it again, in a song on the radio, from another person or on a billboard. He isn’t limited as to how He’ll reach us. We need the echoes of God. Sometimes we are whirling too fast, or have our head stuck way too far into the details of a situation, like a mechanic rolled under a vehicle for repair. We just can’t see or hear Him even though He speaks intimately into our circumstances – reaching beyond the events right into our hearts.
Recently I’ve been feeling weary in a certain situation. You know the kind of bone tired emotionally draining weariness I mean? I have to press on, but I’m not sure where the reserve gas tank is located and I just want to yell, “Uncle,” and throw in the towel. I’m so done with going around the mulberry bush on this one issue. I know God has much for me as I hang in. He never wastes a drop of pain or suffering we endure as we walk with Him and grow into greater intimacy and love. Still, I’m wiped out.
Wednesday I went to the Word and He led me to 2 Cor 4. How did He get me there? It’s one of those echo things. Most mornings, my youngest son and I start the day with some jammin’ worship tunes. I have a lineup on my Spotify called “Rock Your Worship” that gets us hopping around the house before we settle down to do some formal learning. One song, by Mandisa, is called “Overcomer.” I’ve heard it – like I said – most mornings, so the words were not new to me, yet this particular morning I heard it like never before. I pondered the thought behind the lyric and as I did I remembered the verses:
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
I felt the comfort of God reminding me I am not alone. I will survive – even thrive – and (in the verses that follow), these light and momentary troubles (as heavy and permanent as they may feel) are worth something in eternity. God will use them now and He will make something good from them forever.
I went to read the Bible with my son as we started our day together. I opened to the bookmarked page where Moses was praying over the people as they fought. Whenever he would hold his hands up, the Israelites would win, but as Moses’ hands dropped from sheer weariness, the Amalekites would gain ground. Up – Go Israelites!; Down – uh oh! Up, down, up, down … until …
Aaron and Hur went up the hill. When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset. So Joshua overcame the Amalekite army with the sword.
God provided for Moses. In the time of battle, Moses was called to take a stand and to act for God on behalf of the Israelites. But, Moses wasn’t called to self-reliance. God provided a place to rest and He provided support on either side. I was flabbergasted that my son’s Bible lesson contained the very reminder I needed. God speaks so intimately and so specifically and He’ll even use a donkey or a worm when He has to. I decided to ask for prayer.
Wait. It gets better.
When I went on the Facebook page for the women of our church – a place for us to share praises, encouragement and prayers among other things – I posted my need for prayer. Later that day, I sent out reply emails to two friends who had sent me sweet words to strengthen my spirit with hope. I told them in my email, “You are my Aaron and my Hur today.” I went back to Facebook and a woman in our church had posted the very section of Scripture which mentions Aaron and Hur, saying that she and the other women of our church were holding my arms up in this season when I am weary. God echoes.
You may not feel you can “hear” God. You might secretly wonder if you are actually one of His sheep since you can’t “hear” His voice. I’ve been there. Experiencing agonizing seasons of dryness or spirit-deafness became a part of what I called normal for years of my walk with Jesus. Those times of “desolation” don’t mean you are necessarily wallowing in sin or somehow off the track. Normal life with Jesus involves times of experienced distance even though the truth is He will never leave you nor forsake you. For me, I had a broken ability to trust and it has taken years to get to the place where I could allow God close enough that I could hear Him whisper.
In this season, though, I thankfully have eyes to see and ears to hear. I want to share the amazing goodness of God with you. My circumstances aren’t ironed out. The battle isn’t won yet – but I know Who wins the war. I may be pressed down – I can assure you the truck with the roller on the front that smooths the asphalt during road construction couldn’t do a better job of laying me flat. I may be persecuted – like I’m walking around with the Target sign on my T-shirt. I may be perplexed. Ok. Very.
One thing I am not – I am not alone.
God echoed and my friends rallied in prayer and deed. God showed me His great Emmanuel presence in a time when I wondered if I could go one more day forward in this trial. And, one day is all I have to go forward. Just this one day – surrounded by my God who loves me enough to echo and the friends who let me know by their actions that they are holding my arms up and giving me a rock to sit upon while I simply allow them near enough to help me.
If you are facing a trial, look around for the echoing whispers of the God who loves you and look for the Aarons and Hurs He will send you. You only need to let them near so they can hold your hands up for you. I love to pray for you and to hear your thoughts. Share here or on the Hearts Homeward Facebook Page.