“When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset.” (Exodus 17:12)
Each Tuesday night I enjoy the most awesome, yet completely undeserved, gift of leading thirty-five beautiful ladies through a study of God’s Word. Currently, we’ve been in the book of Exodus, focusing on different areas of ministry and God’s custom-designed support systems which enable one to fulfill his or her calling. Specifically, we have been reading this week in Exodus 17 about the Amalekites’ attack on the Israelites. The account tells us that while Moses enlisted Joshua and an army of men to prepare for battle, Moses, along with his brother Aaron and Hur, went to stand on a hill with the staff of God in his hands. Joshua fought the Amalekites, and as long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning. But as soon as he lowered them, the Amalekites were winning. As one would imagine, Moses’ arms became too tired to hold up the staff any longer, so Aaron and Hur found a stone for Moses to sit on. Then they stood—one on one side, one on the other—and held up Moses’ arms until sunset. As a result, Joshua and his troops were victorious.
While you may be wondering why I share this synopsis of a seemingly random portion of Scripture, there really is a very good reason! And that is because I clearly see you in this passage. Without Aaron and Hur’s faithful collaboration, Moses could not have fulfilled his calling to stand with the staff of God raised in his hands, interceding on behalf of the Israelites until victory was brought. And though I am in no way comparing myself to the position of ministry that Moses filled, I can identify with him in knowing that I am unable to fulfill the calling on my life without you—my Aaron and my Hur. Barely over a year ago—February 20, 2005, to be exact—I was joined by a group of close friends and my mentor as we began to cast the vision for Restoration Place Ministries. Not to be disrespectful, but I thought they were all crazy. I had no idea how it would work. Looking back, I guess I didn’t need to know how. God knew.
Anyway, most of you know the story. The vision was cast. A board of directors formed. The ministry was incorporated and tax-deductible status was determined. Then came my least favorite task—fundraising. But you were so faithful to God’s calling and have blessed this ministry beyond measure. To date, we’ve met the budget each month since beginning. And while I’d prefer that we’d have a whole year’s worth of budget in the bank right now, God has made it perfectly clear that my faith is to be in Him and not the bank account!
However, greater than the fact that your support has allowed us to meet the budget each month, you have allowed me the greatest opportunity to be a part of the lives of the most precious young women I’ve ever known. Just recently, a college student who I’ve been meeting with for about a year gave me a note. In it, she wrote:
“Thank you for walking through my journey of healing with me. Thank you for allowing the Lord to use you to guide me as I receive His healing, and for being patient as I struggle through many things. God has used both your ministry and you to do huge things in my life. I am so grateful for it.”
Several weeks ago, I had the privilege of leading eight middle-school girls in a slumber-party style retreat on purity. We focused not only on embracing a lifestyle of sexual purity and holiness, but also on the freedom that comes from choosing to live a life totally submitted to the will of God.
And just today, I was able to spend the afternoon with a young college woman whom I’ve been discipling and leading in Bible study since the fall. My heart broke as she shared with me her story of being abused as a little girl. However, I’m grateful that after spending time developing our relationship, she felt safe enough to share this with me. Now we can get her the help she needs to begin her journey to healing and wholeness.
Like Moses, my arms can get very tired as I carry these dear ones to Jesus. But because of the continued support of so many, I do not walk this road alone.