Hands tell a story

Hands tell as storyHave you ever considered the story that a person’s hands can tell?  Are they soft and well manicured?  Dry, and rugged? Hands tell a story unique to each person.  They often represent lineage when a daughter’s hands match her mother’s. Hands also show us battles which may not be otherwise visible.  Battles with crippling forms of arthritis, or missing fingers that tell stories of wars.  I remember as a kid we always said you could find the shop teacher in the bunch just by looking at their hands.  While hands reveal many things about people we come in contact with in our day-to-day lives, I never considered that they would also reveal traits of God.  Never considered that until now.

Today’s scripture passage for study was Isaiah 40:28-31.  I is a passage I have studied many times since it contains my life verse.  “But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”  Isaiah 40:31  As I studied the scripture in verses 28-30, I felt God draw my eye up the page.  What else did He desire for me to see?

First, He reminded me that He carries His lambs.  That may not be any huge surprise to you, but it struck me deep in my soul.  You see, life has been a series of storms lately…or maybe it has been one monster hurricane.  I’ve found myself in the eye of the storm feeling my hair blows, and the waters of the earth licking at my body, yet I’ve never drowned.  I’ve not been carried away.  Why?  Well it became clear tonight.  The Lord is my Shepherd, which makes me one of his flock. Isaiah 40:11 says exactly why I’m still standing.  “He will feed His flock like a shepherd; He will gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom, and gently lead those who are with young.”  My Lord, my Shepherd, has gathered me up in His mighty arm, and is carrying me tightly to Him!  He carries me!

The reality of His absolute power then overtakes me like a wave when I continue reading in verse 12.  “Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, measured heaven with a span and calculated the dust of the earth in a measure?  Weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance?” My all mighty Lord, who picks me up and carries me with one arm, holding me tightly to Him uses His other hand to measure the waters.

Cupped handI slowly began to examine my own hand, and cupped it to create a hollow.  How small and insignificant my hand appears to be.  How large the hands of God must be.  So large that in one hand, gently cupped, He can hold all of the waters of the world in the hollow.  I then spread my fingers apart creating the widest span possible between my little finger and my thumb.  That span…so tiny in comparison to the span of God.  So great that He can measure all of heaven with that span.  I can’t even begin to wrap my mind around the size of a measure that holds the dust of the earth. Certainly the scales and balance on which He weighs the mountains and measures the hills is beyond understanding.  It is then my heart slows, and my eyes fill with tears.

My God carries me!  He protects me from the raging storms and holds me tightly to Him.  He is my mighty Shepherd. Creator of the heaven and the earth, holding me tightly in one arm…and measuring all of creation with His other mighty hand.  Tonight dear one, the storms are raging.  I’m windblown, and wet from the spray of the waves, but my God rescues me from harm.  He holds me tightly and lovingly.  His hands tell a story dear one.  A story of His great power, strength, mercy and love.  His Son’s…they tell a story like no other as they are marked by the scars from the day He took the nails on the cross for me.

Do you know Him dear one?  Do you feel His mighty love and protection?  He’s calling out to you.  He is ready to pick you up and hold you close.  Will you let Him be your Shepherd too?

2 thoughts on “Hands tell a story

  1. Nancy Johnston says:

    Just.saw this link on Facebook. Just love. This was truly beautiful and so moving for me. THought you should know.

    Hugs from Michigan.

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