It was not by their sword that they won the land,
nor did their arm bring them victory;
it was your right hand, your arm,
and the light of your face, for you loved them.
Let’s be clear: my victory comes from God – not karma, not ‘the luck of the draw’, not a shot in the dark or feng shui , or essential oils.
It is by his right hand, his arm, his light
wrapped in the heart of his love.
I have a knife in my upper right back between the shoulder blades – a rebel rib that likes to displace itself periodically (chronically). Yesterday, however, it “popped” back into its rightful place, and oh the relief.
So I babied its fragile obedience to spine and used my left arm all day. I plastered my right arm to my chest like in a sling and fumbled through the day virtually ‘hand-icapped’ (that was a fun pun!}
But here’s the deal: in the midst of this physical plight, I’m preparing to teach a new grade level – the first such move in 10 years. I feel like a brand new teacher, in an upper grade that needs me more than ever… and I feel handicapped in a big way (unsure, overwhelmed, inadequate)
Yet this morning in that sweet quiet voice of His, as I struggled in my left-handedness I heard:
I’ll be your right hand, Jane. I’m good at it. I know what I’m doing. You can count on my righthandedness. This will feel a little wacky and a little mind-blowing and a little off-balance in that tilted room kinda way…
but I got you.
Trust me, Punkin’… Let’s do this thing. It’ll be fun.
Okay, Lord. I’m in. .. But promise me you’ll remind me along the way that I like rollercoasters.