Christine Duncan

Precepts & Life Preservers

It’s All About The Reach

Been thinking about the huge potential of prayer.

About how sometimes my prayers seem to well up powerfully from inside without hesitation and yet many times my prayers resemble something decidedly more feeble and short on fumes.

Barely lifted up.

Barely able to make it off the ground.

The Psalmist described it like this and I know I can relate;

“… my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.”

“… I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.  Answer me quickly, Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to the pit!”

And you don’t need to be a sufferer of chronic depression or other mood disorders to understand. Some days it just feels as if our cries and pleas can’t get any traction, catch enough air, and lift off.

And I’m outside on the deck getting ready to write down these thoughts and suddenly one simple act invades my thought process and I begin to wonder.

Maybe it’s not about how feeble or huge or heavy our prayers are.

Maybe it’s all about reach.

Funny the little life lessons that happen through the day, but without them I’d be blogging my grocery list for you all some days or how many socks I’ve managed to work a hole into. (18 for those of us keeping track.)

So I take a moment to really pay attention.

I’m watching my husband trim the Silver Maple in our backyard. It’s a decent size and was here when we got here 13 years ago. It gives off the most lovely shade, and as the wiry branches mature, they droop lower and lower with masses of leaves.

So it towers over the yard and starts stretching out to touch the gazebo and deck which is a problem. And you can stand on the deck and trim some of the branches but how to get to the bigger taller ones?

Turns out it’s all about your reach.

My husband doesn’t trim the branches he can reach first. As I watch, he pulls down on the first branches and bends them down to his level. And as he does this, the impossible-to-reach branches come closer until he trims them all while holding on to the first branches.

The great tree bends close, and my husband has access to what should be inaccessible. 

And I catch a visual.

Our great God bends close, and our prayer-filled hearts have access to what was once inaccessible.

But instead of this being about our reach, this is about His.

So I realise, sitting here in the approaching dusk, lights starting to come on, fireflies starting to dance, what my mistake has been.

“Lord, sometimes I’m so distracted by my need and the enormity of my prayers, that I get swept away in trying to foist it on You, to climb and scramble and fling my faith upwards to make sure my cries will reach You properly. When really I could simply make my requests known and You bend close, and Your reach is never insufficient.”

We are always heard. And nothing is too much for Him.

He will reach through your circumstance and provide exactly what you are supposed to have, moment by moment.

And His reach is never insufficient.

He gives us unlimited access to His goodness and faithfulness and completeness and peace. His great love for us reaches across the heavens and defies all barriers.

And like my husband standing within the shadow of the looming Maple, all that is required of us is that we enter into His Presence. Where His reach will be intimate and restorative, and really, it’s where we give Him access too.

Access to the parts of us no one else has sometimes.

His reach goes there too.

We are granted access to the King of Kings, the throne room of the Most High, and as a result, in His presence, we can’t help but grant Him access to all of us.

What’s not to love about a God who towers over the universe, who has no beginning and no end, defies all time and space, but dips down to our level so as to hear our every word, see every tear, and hold us close, no questions asked.

And it is declared time and time again.

“Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!” Psalm 116:2

” I call on you, my God, for You will answer me; turn Your ear to me and hear my prayer.” Psalm 17:6

Turn Your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me.” Psalm 31:2

” I waited patiently for the LORD; He turned to me and heard my cry.” Psalm 40:1

We don’t have to rocket launch our prayers up into the galaxy. We only have to enter His courts and believe and have faith that His reach will accomplish whatever He answers us.

And take it to new heights for us.

If I’ve learned anything from returning time and time again to the Psalms, and the Word as a whole, it’s that God is an all-access God. Ready to reach into the hardest of places and reveal what He is about.

It's All About The Reach

One can get worn out trying to lift and hoist prayers for optimal responses, solutions, and answers.

What He waits for is us to stop wearing ourselves out, and understand that within His presence, it’s all about the reach.

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  1. Marie Bilston

    July 6, 2015 at 2:29 PM

    One of my favorite songs going through my head ……”Take me to THE THRONE, where I can worship HIM, where HIS glory overwhelms!!!” Thankyou, Christine, for the reminder that it’s in HIS presence that I find Peace!

    • Christine Duncan

      July 6, 2015 at 3:23 PM

      One of my favorites too… another one that comes to mind is the Third Day song that starts with “Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens. Your faithfulness, stretches to the sky…” 🙂

  2. There is no where that we can run from God and nothing too difficult for Him. Thanks so much for sharing this. Stopping by from Reflect. I’d love for you to come by and linkup.

  3. Christine thanks for stopping by and sharing this amazing post in Words of Comfort Link Up. I enjoyed reading it! Blessings!


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