"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.
I identify with this Scott.
ReplyDeleteReally changes the way you look at the love and discipline of God. He has paid the price with His hands. He made me with His hands. He rules the earth with His hands. He's got the whole world in His hands.
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