Who’s Got the Weight?
Yesterday, just after our 7AM praise band rehearsal, I slipped in the back hallway behind the stage and laid on the floor, and to try to kick my feet back over my head so that I could roll the weight of my legs back down forward, one vertebrae at a time. It seems to help. So does rolling around on an exercise ball, but I didn’t have one handy.
My Navy brother is out of the navy now, finished with his commitment, and saw me back there. He had already stretched my back and it just wasn’t releasing as much as I needed it to for a half hour of worship yet. He came over and saw me laying on the floor, feet kicked back over my head, and he said, “Uh, sis, ya need some help?”
I said, “Naw, I just need to stretch out for a minute.”
He said, “Yeah, but your using your own weight.”
He grabbed my feet and pulled them back further over my head. I was a little afraid.
But, ah! The release! He pulled and pulled upward and downward, and after fifteen seconds, I did feel better.
More than anything, the words he said continue to hit home today as much as they did then: “Need help with that?”
“Naw, I can do it…I just need to…”
“Yeah, but you’re using your own weight. Let me do it.” And then, God takes hold. He takes all the weight. All the pressure. All the pain. And he gives sweet release, even when we are afraid of letting go.