About a year and a half ago I started working with a trainer, meeting twice a week doing 30-minute workouts. I had made a conscious decision to take better care of my physical self. I realized that for way too long I have sacrificed my health for other demands in my life. I made countless excuses, and enough was enough. Working to strengthen my body is an important part of the journey I had chosen.
During one of the workouts, my trainer had me use a machine that helps you do pull-ups. It’s an intimidating looking contraption. You are high off the ground and you must step up and let the weight of the machine help you do these pull-ups. Trust me, you still must do most of the work. The first time I tried it I was scared. Scared of falling, scared of being unsure of myself, scared of even trying. Of course, my trainer was helping me…but let me just say it was not pretty. In fact, when I finally stepped down on the floor I was in tears. I had found my weakness and something I could not do.
When I think about the feelings I felt that day it makes me wonder if perhaps we feel the same about trusting God. I even wonder sometimes if we try and hide our weaknesses from God for fear of God being disappointed in us. Do we even shy away from getting involved in a church, a book club, or any small group because we fear we don’t know enough? Do we ignore the opportunities to help our neighbor because we are unsure of ourselves? All while knowing in our heart we really want to, but we are afraid to try for fear of failure.
I know in my life I have passed on many an invitation because I was afraid of failing. And yet I wholeheartedly believe in a God who tells us we are never alone, for God is always with us. Deuteronomy 31:6 says to us;
“Be strong. Take courage. Don’t be intimidated. Don’t give them a second thought because God, your God, is striding ahead of you. He’s right there with you. He won’t let you down; he won’t leave you.”
Four weeks later, my trainer took me to that machine again. I knew the day would come. On this day I stepped up onto the step, took hold of those grips and pulled myself up! Not just once, but 5 times. Trust me it wasn’t perfect or even pretty, but I did it. I trusted the machine and I trusted myself to give it a try. What a rush to overcome a fear…and to feel strong…and have the courage to keep trying.
The same is true with God…He’s with us all the way and will never let us down. Be Strong!