There are times we feel vulnerable. Not quite comfortable. Not quite safe.
There are also spaces that make us feel that way. Unguarded. Wide open. Susceptible.
Maybe you don’t like to sit with your back to the wall. Or sleep with your head to the door.
On this night before electing the next President of the United States, we may feel like our backs are to the door. We can’t see around the corner. We don’t know what’s about to enter the room.
I’m reading Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton. These paragraphs (taken from three different pages) speak of feeling vulnerable in a space.
Here Glennon is in a marriage counseling session with her husband Craig at the therapist’s office.
“I’m being swallowed up by a big black leather couch in Craig’s therapist’s chilly office. My knees don’t reach the cushion’s edge, so my legs stick straight like I’m a doll someone has propped up. I decide that if I can’t make my feet reach the floor, it’s best to pretend that I don’t want them to, anyway. I pull my legs up toward my chest and wrap my arms around them. I am my own shield.” page 123
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“I shiver and pull my sweater tighter. For the first time I notice that both Craig and his therapist are wearing T-shirts and shorts. Why don’t men ever notice the cold? Why don’t they ever carry sweaters and curl up and make fists of their sleeves and wrap their arms around their legs? Why the hell are they so brazen and unfurled and warm and comfortable all the time?” page 126
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“I push myself up and out of the chair. I pull off my sweater and hold it in my hand. I will my body not to shiver. I stand up, and the men’s eyes lift toward me in unison. I look down at the therapist first and I say, “You should get an adjustable chair in this office so female-size people can put their f—— feet on the ground.” page 129
I’ve felt that way. I’ve sat on couches where my feet don’t touch the floor, in chairs where I can’t reach the ground. It’s never comfortable.
And as we approach tomorrow’s voting results, we might feel this way, like we’re surrendering ground, unstable, susceptible.
But it’s not so.
Whether the results come back like we want them to or not, we will still be standing on Wednesday morning. On solid ground. Both feet.
Because we have already been elected. We’ve been chosen. God picked us.
- 1 Peter 2:9 (CEV)
“But you are God’s chosen and special people. You are a group of royal priests and a holy nation. God has brought you out of darkness into his marvelous light. Now you must tell all the wonderful things that he has done.”
As children of God, our ultimate security doesn’t rest on man-made governments. It doesn’t rest on amendments to constitutions. It doesn’t rest on agreements or mandates or policies.
Our safety rests on Love. We live in his kingdom, He is our world, and even death can’t pry us out of his hands.
He’s chosen us to be here at this time, in this place, for this reason. And regardless of who wears the man-made title of “leader,” we are God’s elect to fulfill God’s purposes.
So on this election eve, we need not fear. We’ve already been elected.
- To show love.
- To be merciful.
- To give grace.
That is a victory for everyone.
- Romans 8:31
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?
- Romans 8:32
He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? - Romans 8:33
Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.
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Is there a scripture that reminds you that your feet on on the Rock? Please share in the comments.
