I’m trying to get in shape. Don’t laugh. You’re laughing, aren’t you? Seriously, stop it. I mean it, stop. It’s not funny! Okay, if you know me at all, you know that it’s hilarious. Even more hilarious… HOW I’m trying to get in shape. Dancing with the Stars workout videos.
I have zero coordination. I sometimes find it difficult, while eating, to get the fork into my mouth without stabbing myself in the cheek. So, combine that awkwardness with dance moves at a fast tempo, plus out-of-shape me, and I use my frequent breaks for water and prayer sessions. During those prayer sessions, I ask for a “hedge of protection.”
In Job, Satan acuses God of putting a “hedge of protection” around him, so that Satan can’t harm Job. When hedges of protection are taken down, in Psalms and Isaiah, people and property are hurt.
My prayers for a hedge do not cover me. My panted prayers are for the TV, which I cannot afford to replace right now, my couch that my parents just graciously gave to me, and an antique murphy bed (circa 1802) that, if I had a prized posession, would be it. It’s far more likely that I will irreperably damage one of these three things than it is that I will whip this tired body into shape.
Jon Acuff, in Stuff Christians Like, said leafy green hedges don’t really cut it anymore. He thinks we should be praying for fiercer alternatives, a beaded curtain of wasps, a trampoline moat of lions, a rugby scrum of angels… and I think any of those would probably be scary to behold, but might not protect my possessions from destruction at my clumsy feet.
When my girls started walking, I dutifully covered the coffee table edges and hearth with those bumper guard thingies. It created a protection for the kids and kept teething Wendy from chewing the corners of the table — double whammy. I created a foam rubber hedge…
I feel like God sometimes puts obstacles (because that’s what hedges are) in my life, to keep me from making big, destructive mistakes. Maybe not a moat of lions jumping on trampolines, but just enough to slow me down, give me pause and soften the sharp edges, and that keeps me safe.
What are the hedges you’ve encountered?