When reading Rachel Rutledge’s testimony last week and knowing Rise Up was one of her favorite Third Day songs, this was the image that came to me. Thanks, Rachel.
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You’ve fallen off your bicycle, the smell of concrete in your face, and the neighbor kids snicker from their lawns. “He’s so lame,” they mock. “He can’t even ride a two-wheeler.” The tears burn in your eyes, but somehow you hide them from your accusers. You try not to think of the raw flesh on your pal
ms, your elbows or your knees. You brush the gravel from the wounds, but can’t do a thing about the scar on your pride. “No one cares. I can’t do anything right,” you add to the words of the bullies next door.
A large, calloused hand stretches before your eyes. One that knows the work of hard labor. Maybe that of a carpenter. One that is sensitive to the decorative grooves carved deep into his creations.
A voice resonates within your soul.
“Rise up,” it says. “I will help you. I am with you.”
Though your palm still smarts from the scab yet to be formed, you place your child-sized hand in His. And though your knees still ache where they met the side walk in collision force, you stand, because now you know …
You are not alone.
Do you know that?
You are not alone!
Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Friday, Greg Holt shares his testimony of how God changed his life.
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