I do not like to be dependent upon anyone. Some have attributed this fact to some of the root cause of my present singleness. Over dinner earlier this week with a couple of girlfriends I even admitted that I know I am independent and it would be hard to “lose myself” in my husband when the time came because I am just wired to be independent.
As I have begun to think on that further, on how independence and dependence are shaped, I found myself turning to a friend in the midst of a spiritual battle. It was a reminder that at moments of faultering weakness, when my flesh and my body fail, knowing my God doesn’t and He knows we need that dependence at just the right moment.
I had been thinking on the need for friendships, a healthy dependence to people who keep you accountable and also encouraged. In the relationships of life, it is those times of dependence that define friendship…when you turn as you are wrestling with thoughts or struggling to keep a mind stayed on His work…to that friend to pray, to sit with you in your need, to depend on when you just are not sure you can face whatever you find yourself in.
Exodus 17 is a favorite chapter of mine–odd I know since I’m such a Paul girl. But I love this picture of utter and complete devotion to a friend when life was on the line. You see the Amalekites came to attack the Israelites under Moses’ leadership. He chooses to send out Joshua and an army to meet them in battle…as he went above to hold the staff of God before the battle.
You see, God goes before us in battle. Something I often forget, and instead try to accomplish in my own power. But not only does He give Moses the power of victory, He gives him the gift of friendship in the midst of it.
While it doesn’t tell us this I think Moses began to see that as he held up the staff of God victory by the Israelites was apparent. However human strength that he had began to fail him, so Aaron and Hur bring a rock for him to sit and then….yall, and then they saddle up next to him and hold up his arms.
They too were with Moses in this battle….it was their fight too because the Lord was with them in it…He was before them and among them. He gave them the victory and the beautiful picture of what it means to be dependent upon friends. There were two willing to come beside Moses in battle, as he tried in his own strength knowing the Lord was with him, to support him and claim victory as well.
As I have gone into some battles this week I have seen an Aaron come alongside me to support my arms as I claim the victory in God’s Name. I am also getting to be someone else’s Hur in a similar way, pulling up a seat to be right by them as they face their battle-for it will be mine as well with them.
So who the Aarons and Hurs in your life? and conversely, who can you be an Aaron or Hur to? I think battles waged independently will find weakened hearts and tired arms, but those claimed in victory with God as the banner before the first strike are those fought with dependence-upon God and His provision of those friends in our lives.