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I Will Not Be Shaken

I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)

 

As they danced, they sang: “Saul has slain his thousands, and David his tens of thousands.” (I Samuel 18:7)

 

            Imagine going into battle with David or Joshua by your side. And let’s be real about it. If they stood beside you as an enemy approached, they’d likely tell you to hide in a cave, while they did the fighting. At least, they’d put me in a cave, and probably block it up with stones. They’d probably tell me to boil some water and do the dishes while they took care of the fighting, because they’d want tea when they were done.  None of that is because I’m a woman. It’s because I’m not a warrior and doing them would keep me occupied and let me feel as if I’m supporting the cause while they’re out doing what I can’t. If I fought at their side, I’d probably get them killed. This is why when I see those memes about whether I’d help a cop in trouble, I have to say, “Um, no. Sorry.” Chances are too good that  my involvement would make things vastly worse for the poor officer if I did any more than called 9-1-1.

            Of course, what made David and Joshua so magnificent in battle was that God was at their right hands. So, God at my right hand is even better than David or Joshua at my right hand. Equally obviously, I find it much easier to look at the problem than to keep my eyes on the Lord. What’s worse is that I find it even easier to look at the problems than to keep my eyes on the Lord. And the worst is that I find it easier to look at the problems that aren’t even problems yet than to keep my eyes on the Lord.

            Some people talk about what they call a “centering prayer.” The purpose seems to be to address just the problem I’m talking about. As my mind goes into a tailspin, I need to look to God. The prayer that comes to mind is:

Oh Lord, You are God, and I am not. I bow the knee. Guide me in the way I should go. 

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