“O Lord, be gracious to us; we wait for you. Be our arm every morning, our salvation in the time of trouble… He will be the stability of your times, abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is Zion’s treasure. The Lord in majesty will be for us a place of broad rivers and streams. For the Lord is our judge; the Lord is our lawgiver; the Lord is our king; he will save us.” “Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear.” “There is none like God, O Jeshurun, who rides through the heavens to your help, through the skies in his majesty. The eternal God is your dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Isaiah 33:2,6,21-22; 59:1; Deuteronomy 33:26-27
I have been especially needy of late, for certain wisdom, insight, understanding of the right way forward. I think I know myself pretty well, yet am finding the Lord revealing new strengths, new areas He wants to develop and use in me that are as yet untested, so I seek His guidance and courage. I feel as though I am trying out new vocabulary words I am not yet comfortable using in conversation. I appeal to His word.
“You have a mighty arm; strong is your hand, high your right hand.” Psalm 89:13
I carry a vivid memory of my father scooping up my resistant little sister when she was a pre-schooler, and jumping off a rock into the clear lake, cheered on by the rest of us who had already plunged into its liquid delight. She was fearful at the unknown and large, but held close in her father’s loving strength, was secure. There is nothing like the arms of a father.
So when I feel hemmed in and know not the way to go, I can look to the broad rivers and streams of my Lord. With all my questions and suppositions and ideas, I can ask for His wisdom, knowledge, and stability in thought. He Who judges rightly and hears my cry, interpreting even what I cannot articulate, reminds me of truth and divides His law into my understanding, even as He comes to abide, my Counselor and present help. He upholds and sustains in mysterious and marvelous ways, invisibly but palpably, like arms of cloud riding the heavens to my aid. (Psalm 46:1; John 14:1,26-27; Romans 8:26-27; Hebrews 4:12)
When my Heavenly Father takes my hand, and supports me with His ever-strong arms, I can not only rest in being held, and carried, but I can bravely go forth into the hard, the scary, the unknown, the battle. I can jump into the deep, climb the scrabbly slope, proceed into the fray where He leads, because He is mighty to save and enable and supply.
Lord on high, I know that Your arm is not too short and it is strong. May it strengthen and establish me against fear and dismay. Morning by morning, as You offer Your mighty hand and outstretched arm, keep me holding fast, walking arm in arm with Thee. (Deuteronomy 11:2; Psalm 89:21; Joshua 1:9)