I don’t need a knight in shining armor to protect me from the perils of this world . . . though I must say, on some days that would be highly appreciated. I don’t need someone to save me. I can save myself. I’ve been getting myself out of jams and hairy situations for as long as I can remember. No one held my hand. No one shoved any money at me (ok a loan here and there by my sister who I owe BIG time). But seriously though, I can save myself. I have to.
I can’t really depend on anyone but myself and . . . wait for it . . . God. He’s pretty constant in my life. Everyone else isn’t. He’s kinda always the same all the time. People aren’t. Everyone has their own stuff going on and their own issues and their own dilemmas that they themselves need saving from. So, how can I expect anyone to save me, but me?
Yes, I can call someone to belly ache about things and whine about things and seek advice about things, but some folks can’t see past their own things to help with my things. So I just take my things to God. It took me a really long time to be able to do this, though. A really long . . . time. I used to run to everyone for advice on everything. But as I drew closer to Jesus, He was pretty much my go to dude.
He gets me. My moods. My fears. My disgust and elation at things. He really gets me. We’re like a match made in heaven. He doesn’t pass judgement. He’s not too opinionated and always has the time to listen. And He gives great advice when needed. . . if only I would listen. He’s kinda my knight in shining armor. Sorta.
The thing with God is, He’s not really big on talking. He’s quiet most of the time. Too quiet. And He’s a jokester who likes to play guessing games, charades being His favorite. I, on the other hand, am very vocal. I can’t keep things inside if you paid me. And I suck at guessing games. Just tell me straight up what I need to know or do. But still, we click. Sometimes all I want is someone to listen to me, and He’s terrific at that. And when I do take His advice, He’s pretty right on target.
I’d still kinda love an actual knight, though. Not one who wants to save me from the world because Jesus does that, but one who has my back in the world. One who’s here with me in person. One who can give me an actual physical hug. One who’d rub my back after a long day or cook dinner for me. And not just any old knight will do, but one who compliments what God has already done in me.
