My momma left this earth way too young. She was forty-six. I was twenty. Even though it’s been thirty-eight years ago, I easily recall vivid memories of her presence in my life. She made me laugh. She held me when I cried. 

And, when I was unsure of myself, I reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze, and immediately felt her reassuring squeeze in response. 

Hand in hand. Heart to heart.

I read something this morning that carried me back to these memories. I found it in A.J. Russell’s devotional, God Calling:

“Call often My Name, ‘Jesus’.

“The calling of My Name does not really summon Me. I am beside you. But it removes, as it were, the scales from your eyes, and you see Me.

“It is, as it were, the pressure of a loved one’s hand, that brings an answering pressure, and a thrill of Joy follows, a real, and a joyful sense of nearness.”

The only thing that supersedes a mother’s love is that of our Father God. His love is beyond our comprehension – it is all-encompassing. Imagine this: to call on His Name merely opens our eyes to see Him in our midst, for He is with us always. The calling of His Name is like squeezing His hand with the communication of a love-need. How wonderful is that? 

Jesus hears His Name and responds. Immediately.

“Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your Presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me.” ~ Psalm 139:7-10

Hand to hand. Heart to heart.

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