I remember choosing the blue crayon — cobalt. The color of deep sky reaching the heavenly heights.
Placing my grandson’s tiny hand on the construction paper, I carefully traced his hand — every nook, every curve, every detail I could possibly capture.
A memory I could always hold.
Could I Possibly Trace My Father’s Hand?
This morning as I walked beneath an October sky, leaves crunching underneath, gentle breeze cooling, I pressed into Jesus.
And I remembered.
I remembered a quote by Charles Spurgeon:
“God is too good to be unkind. He is too wise to make a mistake. When I can’t trace His hand, I can always trust His heart.”
… when I can’t trace His hand, I can always trust His heart … “
The hand of God.
Can you imagine the size and power of His hand?
He holds the seas in the hollow of His hands (Isaiah 40:12). Our names are engraved on the palm of His hands (Isaiah 49:16). With His powerful right hand He smites our enemies (Exodus 15:6), yet those same hands tenderly place our tears in His bottle of remembrance (Psalm 56:8).
And sometimes when our paths are crooked and skies are charcoal gray with worry it’s hard to trace His hand — to figure out what He’s doing and where He is leading.
But when I close my eyes, speak the Name of Jesus and reach out towards the light of heaven I can, by faith, feel His grip.
And I hear His delicate whisper saying,
“Do not fear [anything], for I am with you;
Do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, be assured I will help you; I will certainly take hold of you with My righteous right hand [a hand of justice, of power, of victory, of salvation]. … “For I the Lord your God keep hold of your right hand; [I am the Lord], Who says to you, ‘Do not fear, I will help you.'” ~ Isaiah 41:10, 13
By Faith, I Grip His Hand
That’s when I begin to trust His heart. His heart is towards me, not against me. His heart bursts with love from everlasting to everlasting — greater than I can comprehend.
I am safe.
My footing is sure as He leads me, even though future days are filled with the unknown.
Like the memories the handprint of my grandson affords, I remember God’s faithfulness.
I look into the cobalt of a deep sky reaching heavenly heights and, though my path right now may not be clear enough to see, my heart tugs at the thought of my Father’s love …
… leading, guiding, comforting, and protecting me and, once again, I am a little child safe in my Father’s arms.
Sweet blessings to you,
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