Being Vulnerable

This title came from a late night brooding…as I lay in bed unable to sleep, the thought of Moses arms being help up by Aaron and Hur.

         “When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset.”

‭‭Exodus‬ ‭17‬:‭12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

It is a challenge for me to be vulnerable with those that I hold dear to my heart. I find it hard to allow them to hold up my arms when I am tired. I fear being hurt. Vulnerability goes hand in hand with openness; with openness you are giving the other person the ability to affect the way you feel. You are trusting them to hold your arm up and not thrust you in the side with a sword.

Being vulnerable is something that I am slowly learning and working on…taking baby steps and realizing that being vulnerable does not mean I am weak. It means that I choose to surrender fretting over potential hurt, because a deep soulful connection requires vulnerability.

Sincerely, Abigael