Often, I find myself thinking about how to trace God’s hand — how to understand His ways and His thoughts. I know I can trust Him, but sometimes life is just plain hard.
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.
How to Trace God’s Hand
This morning as I walked beneath a late summer sky, leaves rustling in the trees above, 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 cannot trace God’s hand, I can always trust His heart.”
… when I cannot 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 yield to fear, for I am always near.
Never turn your gaze from Me, for I am your faithful God.
I will infuse you with My strength
and help you in every situation.
I will hold you firmly with My victorious right hand.’
I am the Lord, your mighty God!
I grip your right hand, and won’t let you go!
I whisper to you:
‘Don’t be afraid; I am here to help you!’ ~ Isaiah 41:10, 13, TPT
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.
I Am Safe in My Father’s Arms
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.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I would love for you to share what’s on your heart in the comments below. Scroll a little farther down and you’ll see where you can leave your comments. Together, we can find the nearness of God in our darkest moments.
Sweet blessings to you,