Right Hand Man

Right Hand Man

150 150 Debi Moses
"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; 
I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my 
righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10

“Can you believe it?  The internet is down again!” I exclaimed to my husband.  “Well, you know what to do, you’re the pro, have fun!” he said with a grin as he headed out for a walk. After forty-six years of marriage, he knew the wonderful joy he would be missing as he listened to my conversation with our Internet provider.  Little did he know I had wised up and knew the two inevitable options: 1. Hold down the reset button for 10 seconds or 2. Make a call.  I didn’t want to make that call, because all they would say is, ” Have you tried resetting the box?” and when you reply in a smug voice, “I certainly have,” they’ll say, “that’s great but why don’t we try it again.” As an expert “resetter” this is extremely annoying, so I proceeded to go it alone. 

As much as I hated to admit it, after five hardheaded solo attempts, I broke down and made the call, and guess what, the connection had been down the entire time. No matter what I had tried on my own, the invention that rules my life was not ever going to connect. It took me making the move to talk to the one who could help me, the person on the 800 number, and the second option – the IT tech. Believe it or not, he actually helped me in a very unusual way. He told me I would have to wait. 

As frustrating as that was, it helped me sit in that moment, and realize everything didn’t have to be done immediately. There’s a plan and a time for me and I am not in charge. That’s a shocker, but until I grabbed hold of my helplessness, and accepted life as it is today, I would just keep walking away from the One true source that can help. 

The One who during this particular season of my life is whispering my name.  The One who was calling me to rekindle my love for the precious who hung on the cross for me.  It was time to return to the days when I began my day with my Father, had lunch with Him, and closed my eyes at night with His Holy name lingering on my lips, a time, once again, to grab His hand and walk toward Him. I knew He was my Lord and could strengthen me but perhaps instead of hitting that blinking button on my own, I needed to reach out for the Holy’s hand, and be guided into the glorious days He has planned for me.  

If I sit and listen during this Covid-19 season of confusion, just perhaps He will show me the path, the way to walk forward alongside Him so I won’t get lost wandering on my own. The lover of my soul trusts me and knows I love Him unconditionally. Maybe I don’t need a reset button this time, perhaps it’s just grabbing onto the Father’s righteous right hand. The one that held the tears He shed for His son that gave to me.  A hand that might be damp and moist, but never so slippery it won’t hold on tight to a wayward soul like me.  

As we live these days of unknowing questioning, the King of Kings is there for us, never wavering, never walking away, and never blinking, threatening to disconnect Himself from us.

There is no doubt that He is with you. He is your God, He will strengthen you, and He will always wait for you to grab on tight to his loving hand.

Points to Ponder:

1.  What surprises you in your days?

2.  How are you spending your time these days?   Do you feel God’s hand?

3.  Does your life need a “reset”?  Who can guide you?

Pray with me: 
Dear Father of Strength,
You promise me you are here for me and I trust you.  You promise me you are my God and you are. You promise me you will help me, and you do. I know You will because You love me and I am Your child.
Holding On

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 I hope you’ll be my walking partner as I navigate my way through a life of whimsy, grace, and a lot of love for our Savior. You can read about my adventures on this blog, Wandering the Path, or if you’d rather, join me on my podcast Wandering the Path with Debi. 
 
And remember, as my Auntie used to say, “No matter how bumpy the journey, your path has already been cleared.”