As a little girl, I found comfort in my Pa’s hands. I simply knew that his hands could fix anything that was broken, tend anything that was hurt, and make anything that my little heart desired. I knew that if he told me to jump, his hands would catch me. My little heart would skip a beat when he held my hand. Though my hand was so small engulfed in his, I felt like the luckiest princess ever to exist when his hand held mine.
My Beloved’s hands have a similar effect on me. They assure me that I will always be protected by them and provided for through them. His hands are always ready to help me in whatever way they can, either by carrying all the groceries from the car, grading tests for me, or supporting me when I don’t feel well. When my hand is safely ensconced in his I feel valued to the utmost and absolutely comforted.
This past week my little Sunday school children sang, “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands.” I pondered the words of this song because I was feeling vulnerable to fear and worry at the time. I had just learned that I was going to be facing some silence from my fiancé because he would be away from any Internet service. As I was lifting my fears up to God I saw an image of His hands stretched out as far as they could go. I was in one of His hands and my Love was in the other. In that moment I understood that my Love is no farther from God’s heart when he is absent from me than he is when we are together. The whole world is my God’s hands and is cherished by Him. All my fear dissipated with that wondrous revelation.
Throughout the week I had several opportunities to be stressed and anxious. In fact, I was stressed and anxious several times. Yet each time I recalled Sunday’s lesson on trust and I sought to apply it. Jesus proved faithful every time. I truly did learn that in His hands my loving Savior bears the proof of His great love for me. In His hands I am safe from all harm and all of my needs will be met; I am adored, comforted, and secure. And when I am most fearful or anxious I can fall into His arms for His hands will catch me.
I was delighted to meet your Mama and Papa yesterday, and shook your Papa’s hand–such a firm, strong handshake! Your story reminds me of something I experienced a few years back…A dear young friend was leaving on a mission trip to Lebanon, and I was concerned for her. Then the Lord showed me a picture…..I saw my friend as a little cork bobbing in a vast ocean, except that the cork wasn’t alone. It was secure within the cupped hands of the Lord. It was in the ocean, yes, but it was safe in the Lord.