"See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands......."
Isaiah 49:16
My father past away before I got married, so when I meet my wife, I asked my mom if I could have my Dads wedding ring. I often find my self fiddling with my ring and thinking about how intimately I knew my fathers hands. I think I knew his hands as much as I knew his face. There is something about a fathers hands. There have been times when someone has held my hand to pray with me and their hands reminded me of my Dads, I can almost melt with just the touch of a fatherly hand.
It's amazing that even though my Dads hands had spanked me, and caused me pain, I had no fear of his hands. They were beautiful to me. I must have spent hours and hours just holding his hands looking at every detail playing with the ring that I now wear on my finger.
A fathers hands have so much power in them. They can bless, they can comfort, they can pick you up when you fall. They can also cause much pain. A hand is a tool of the heart.
I have been thinking about how many times I have seen Gods hands in my life, always waiting to pick me up when I fall, always full of kindness and love. Sometimes ready with discipline. They are forever reaching out to us.
I know that His hands have always been there for me, but, do I take the time to just hold His hand, to marvel, do I know them intimately? Father, I so want to know you like that.
