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It’s been a heavy week. It couldn’t be polished pretty or wrapped in a bow. This week, I needed to kneel.

“But Moses’ hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun.“

Exodus‬ ‭17:12‬ ‭

This week, what I wanted to do was shadowed by what I needed to do. I bellyached over my calling. What I needed to do was to get over myself and do the needed work, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around the next step.

And while I kneeled, sensing impending defeat, three women came and held my arms. Three women I’m ever grateful for remind me it’s okay to be human and flawed. They rally me to be a better person, but love the hot mess me either way. They prod me to keep listening and learning and teach me to sit in my own discomfort until I understand how to claw back out. They remind me I’m human. They shelter my heart and light fire under my feet.

God doesn’t call the perfect, He calls the human. He prepares us and molds us and when we are close to falling over, He sends friends that hold the arms we can no longer bear to hold up alone. When we bellyache over our calling, He gives us friends that know how to tell you to get over yourself and do the work anyways. 

These women are my Aaron and Hur and I’m theirs. 

God gifted Moses with the very people he needed to keep going. He will do the same for you.