Shoulders

You know that one person, or maybe it's a few people, you can just embrace and rest your head on their shoulder? Or they rest their head on yours? There's just a sigh and a deep rest that comes with that. My head happens to fit right near my Dad's shoulder, and if I'm really tired or emotional, I can bend down a little and rest my head on Mum's shoulder. In Idaho, when Gabrielle and I prayed together I sat my head atop hers as she leaned on my shoulder. We've literally cried on one another's shoulders.

What're family and friends for?

I'm going to need their shoulders and hands and prayers more than ever in twelve short days and beyond. The stubborn, prideful part of me hates needing so much help and assistance to do everyday, simple things for a while due to not being able to put any weight on my right leg. Another part of me wants to, and does, cry for how bittersweet it is. These shoulders always there, at any time for me, no matter if they're physically available to lean on, or if I'm able to just unload and confide in from states away.


A song that's become an anthem for this turning point of my surgery coming up soon has been Shoulders by For King and Country. It starts out with one of my favorite verses I've memorized but can't recall the reference:
I lift my eyes to the hills--from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. 
I go to search the reference. Psalm 121. Not having my big Bible with me with tons of underlining, I look up the whole chapter. It's short...so I read the rest of the chapter. And start crying into my diet Dr. Pepper. In public.
He will not allow your foot to be moved, He who keeps you will not slumber. The Lord is your keeper, your shade at your right hand. Ps. 121:3&5

I had forgotten that shade verse was in here and it just slayed me. And then God is Able comes streaming thru my earbuds.
Just think someone needs to read this:
Tears are not a sign of weakness or anything to be ashamed of. Jesus wept. And sometimes our tears turn into prayers that the Lord puts in His bottle and will one day once and for all wipe all the tears away.

God was speaking that Sunday afternoon I started this post, read His Word and wept. He has the biggest shoulders to cry on and I'm taking advantage of them right now. Resting in how He is for us with open arms that will never, ever fail me.
Meghan M. Gorecki
Meghan M. Gorecki

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.