Wednesday, June 29, 2016
God's Got Big Arms! (A Morning Prayer)
Good morning Lord. Thank You for another day. I pray that today someone will meet You when they meet me.
Lord, I am amazed at how You bring old memories to mind to teach me new truths. I thought about an ad I used to see in magazines way back when I was a little boy. It was advertising a book that would show you how to exercise and grow big muscles in "just 15 minutes a day". What I remember the most is the comic strip in the ad. It was of a skinny young man sitting on a beach with I guess his girlfriend. Then here comes this big, muscular guy running by and kicking sand in his face. When the skinny kid tries to confront the big bully, he grabs the kid by his little arm, comments on how skinny he is, and then threatens to beat him up. So, of course the kid orders the book, goes home and exercises, and in no time he's standing in front of the mirror flexing his newly found muscular arms ready to defend his honor. I think he goes back to the beach, bops the guy in the face or something, and now all the ladies want him..or something like that.
Lord, I think that jumped out at me then and has stuck with me until now, because I was that skinny little kid. I was the boy with the noodley arms feeling like I was less than because I was smaller than. I never got sand kicked in my face, though I guess I somehow thought that I would. But nevertheless, anytime someone ever said something about how skinny I was, whether from friend or foe, whether they meant to hurt me with it or not, it left a mark. So, what did I do? Well I got into college and then I got into the gym. I thought I would feel better about myself, more confident in my own skin if I had some big arms to flash. So I worked out feverishly and my arms got bigger. I'm not sure if they were ever big enough to be flashing, but they got bigger. So I guess I felt a little bit better that if trouble ever came my way, trouble might think twice if it caught a glimpse of my guns.
Well Lord, the ironic thing is just about the time that I stopped being that skinny little kid, was right about the time I grew up, You got a hold of me, and I stopped caring about that kind of stuff so much. Go figure! But there are still bullies in my life that love to kick sand in my face, just not the kind I can see. Now that I live for You, I realize there are spiritual forces that pick on me and would love to shame me on the beaches along my walk with you. And the thing is Lord, my spiritual arms have gotten bigger, but they would never be big enough to scare them. Buuuuut, You on the other hand, Your arms are massive. Jeremiah even said "Ah Lord GOD! behold, you have made the heaven and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm, and there is nothing too hard for you."
So mighty Father, I call on You to show Yourself strong in my life. There are some things I face that worry not about how strong I have gotten, physically or spiritually. So I need You Lord to flex Your arms and let those spiritual forces know that I am Yours and You mean business. I pray You be gentle with me but be forceful with those things that come against me. You said that Your strength is made perfect through our weakness, so here I am Lord, I am Your man.
Lord, I always feel protected with You because You are strong and mighty; and I always feel comforted by You because You are kind and merciful. I love You for that. In Jesus name. Amen.