My husband was kind enough to write a name upon the palm of my right hand tonight. We went to go raise our hands in celebration of the one heavenly Father who is good and strengthens us in our time of weakness. I wanted to remember the importance of lifting a brother up during a time in his life when the trials and tribulations can be discouraging. Each time I raised my hand of strength, I was glad to do so for the sake of another.
I have been laid low many a time and am thankful for those of faith who understood the importance of coming alongside of me during the hours I felt weak and tired. Without such encouragement I may well have fallen victim to the lies my enemy spews.
Ex 17:11-13 (NKJV) And so it was, when Moses held up his hand, that Israel prevailed; and when he let down his hand, Amalek prevailed. But Moses’ hands became heavy; so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it. And Aaron and Hur supported his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side; and his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. So Joshua defeated Amalek and his people with the edge of the sword.
I have to say in the battle of life, I look forward to being one who is willing to come help another see the victory they are meant to have. I only know to do this because of the strength others have offered me when I need it most.