From my knees I shall not fall

A basic principle in rugby for taking the ball forward into the opposition is to get low, and drive forward. Running into the opposition whilst standing straight and tall is a sure way to get yourself “snapped”, “smashed”, “cut in two” . . . and all such other wonderful phrases that have the same meaning, which is:  “it WILL end badly for you!”

As Christians we often talk about “not falling into temptation”; i.e. that, when tempted to do something we know is wrong, we do not to give in and do it.

How I often try to prevent myself from falling is to be a tree standing tall against the wind of temptation. This would be all well and good if I was a solid oak, but in reality I’m a narrow sapling growing tall to reach the light of the canopy.

And I’m discovering that better than being a skinny sapling, too tall to withstand the winds, is to be the fungi, or shrub, sheltering at the base of a mighty rock; in other words, to remain on my knees before The Rock.

God is the one who protects me. When I stay on my knees (getting low) and focusing on deepening my relationship with him (driving forward), I find it much easier to overcome temptation (breaking through the opposition).



The better way to kneel

Don’t worry – I’m not going to start talking OT terminology and correct manual handling postures (although I did do some teaching on manual handling for work recently).

In recent posts you may have noticed a theme in my life: taking on too much and then allowing the different responsibilities to stress me out.

At the beginning of this season, I felt that it would be a time of coming on my knees before God. Now, when I pictured this, I thought: “great, another trying season!” and the image in my mind was that I’d be on my knees, crying out to God to give me strength. This is definitely what I’ve been doing in recent weeks, but I don’t think it was what God had in mind. He had something better planned.

You see, I had been trying to be superwoman and only when I failed did I run to God and fall on my knees before Him. I prayed for His grace to pick myself up, His strength to endure and His Spirit to give me an energy boost. But then I stood up and tried to do it on my strength once more.

Tonight God gave me a better picture for the season. Yes, He wants me on my knees before Him, but not in a stressed out state. The picture of Mary and Martha came to mind:

And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10:39-42)

I’ve allowed life to distract me and take my focus off of my Saviour. All the things that I’m trying to do, I’m trying to do for Him and His Kingdom, when He is calling me to come join Him again.

I believe one hundred percent in what I am doing ministry-wise and the work I’m doing as an OT, but it is not to be done at the expense of my relationship with God.

And it is okay for it to take time to achieve my goals. I need to learn patience and the best way to remain patient is to focus less on what I want to achieve and spend more time focusing on Jesus.

So, if you’re like me, remember to spend some time on your knees, listening avidly to Jesus. And try to serve Him whilst remaining on your knees, as it really is the best place to be.

Serving on bent knees

Unburdened on my Knees

It seems that I am still learning the lesson that I wrote of in the blog “I need you.” I returned home mentally wrecked from a week away for work. It was my fault for not expressing that I was treading deep water. On top of a work load made large by the fact some of it was new to me was my stubborn determination to work out the administration system by myself, wasting many hours of “free time” trying to master it. I still don’t know how to use it!

I should have sought God’s guidance, making a plan with Him for the week; instead, I kept treading until the weekend came like the receiving of a buoy lifeline.

If I had turned to Him, I would have realised that I don’t have to be super woman. In fact, I will never attain to the tantalising mirage of super woman. Instead, I would have laid down my burdens at His feet and found rest in His presence. Better late than never! I’m at His feet now and it is a wonderful restorative. His grace cloaks me and I feel calm.

The burden of uncompleted tasks, reports to write, a fund raiser to promote and a biography to commence all fade away. Yes, these things need to be done, but I don’t need to finish them NOW. I am learning to let go of my generation’s eagerness to have it all NOW. God is not afraid of the day of small beginnings. He is teaching me to trust Him and His timing. As I do so, I’ll continue to take baby steps towards my objectives.

At the cross