Or maybe I had. But it resonated with me. In a whole new way.
I'll admit I'm not super Bible-savvy, but I love when an "old story" has a new meaning.
So it's in Exodus. And it goes a little something like this. Moses had the staff of God in his hand. When he would raise his Hand, Israel prevailed. But when he lowered it..well, Amalek did.
So the point here was that Moses needed to keep his hands held high until the battle was won.
I myself am a "hand raiser".
I'm a praise-the-Lord-raise-my hands-in-church girl. I sing. (Off key). I sway.
Whatever. I praise.
But. What about the times when it's hard to praise. What about the times when it's you're broken. And your praise is weary.
That's when you need an Aaron and a Hur. One on your right. One on your left.
And they say "hey girl. You stay there. I'll hold my hands up FOR you. I'll hold YOUR hands up for you. I'll praise for you until the battle is won. Or until you're strong enough to praise again!"
Recently, I had a similar instance. I had just had surgery a few days prior and everything was a struggle. Everything that we take for granted.
I was home alone.
And felt like I could *finally* shower. Not be rushed. And go slow. At my own pace. Before my people came home.
I was dressed. And I was feeling accomplished.
And I had not thought any further than that.
When a friend came to the back door.
(That kind of friend that knows she doesn't really have to knock)
And I said "oh my gosh. Will you please dry my hair."
And she did.
And we chatted. And she left.
She literally had just come by. Un-announced. To check on me.
AND TO HOLD UP MY HAND.
I can't ever be thankful enough.
And such a great solid reminder in God's word.
We need each other.
Be an Aaron. Or a Hur.
Because one day, you may need one yourself.