“God, thank you!” I mumbled as my speed increased. I wanted to shut my eyes and never leave that moment. The crisp fall-like air hit against my sweaty skin and tossed and twirled my hair in play. The massive hill that took every ounce of energy I had in me to climb, had become a “need for speed” dream on the way down. If I had enough confidence and assurance I wouldn’t have crashed, I would have let go of my handlebars and threw my hands in the air in delight. How can it be mid-August and the evening temperatures not be burning my lungs as I breathed in the amazing air of Summer? This is the oddest weather for Oklahoma.
This is what I pray heaven is like. The sun is setting in the distance, and the landscape is green and lush. There’s a humid haze on the horizon, and it’s turned the sun a glow of bright coral. I don’t believe it could be a more beautiful evening to enjoy and soak in God’s glory.
My husband and I have been road cycling for a few months now. We wait until the last hour of daylight to ride in hopes we can make it through our ride without passing out from heat exhaustion. August is normally incredibly hot! Burning temps even after the sun has set. To truly enjoy the weather this time of year is unheard of. It’s impossible. Unless you enjoy the feeling and smell of melting skin.
But not all days and evenings are perfect; even when the weather is. Having children, demanding responsibilities, and the daily basics of staying organized and insane, can be overwhelming. Some days I really wonder how I’m going to deal with certain issues. Life is hard – we know this. And throwing our hands up seems to be the only and best solution. Throwing our hands up in desperation and depression. In defeat and surrender. But what exactly are we throwing them up for? Where do we think our problems are going? When we don’t care anymore, or decide our struggles are impossible to solve, where are we sending them when we throw our hands up? If you’re a believer, this is an easy question to answer. But what about believers and non-believers who throw their hands up and not give them over and trust God to handle? It’s the preverbal white flag. If we actually had a flag, where would it go? It would fall to the ground. Where all things go when there is nothing to keep it from falling; when there is nothing holding on to it. Gravity is always there, ready, and willing to absorb failure.
Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. Colossians 3:2
Want to know what an earthly thing is? Look around. The things and problems in this world are causing us to throw our hands up…in defeat. The things of this world are beating us to a pulp. They are controlling our attitudes and behaviors. Wrongs have becomes rights. And rights have become distorted. But I’m writing this to help renew your mind in a way to change the perception of that cliche.
“Throw your hands UP!”
Yes!!! Throw them UP to Jesus. Throw them UP in praise! Throw them UP and enjoy the goodness and blessings God has given you. Throw them UP in gratitude and thankfulness. Throw them UP and enjoy the crisp air blowing against your skin and feel God’s love and mercy in your defeated heart. Throw them UP and give your worries and weaknesses to God! Throw them UP in VICTORY! Throw them UP in praise when you lay your burdens at the cross.
Throw them UP! 🙌🏻🙌🏻
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary and praise the Lord. Psalm 134:2
*Disclaimer: I apologize to my “never end a sentence with a preposition” audience and grammar police. This one was definitely an overload of cringe worthy moments. 😉. I don’t pretend to know what I’m doing. Just being obedient in my sharing and praying I’m glorifying Our Father in Heaven.