In My Hand

In my hand I cannot hold a lot of things, simply because it just not big enough to hold much. Yet there is a hand that can hold not only the whole of me, the whole of the world and the whole of history. “Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?” Isaiah 40:12

No matter what happens we can be sure that His hand is large enough, strong enough and yet gentle enough to care for each one of us. When life is a real struggle I often lie in bed at night and just imagine that I am curled up, in the foetal position, in His hand. I picture just how small I am in that great space, even much smaller than Fay Wray looked in the hand of King Kong in the 1933 movie version. There I picture myself lying for the whole night.

Unlike Fay I know that there is nothing to fear, it is just a place to rest, be quiet and cry my tears of frustration, sadness and loneliness for Him to hear.

Oh what a privilege it is to have a God that cares that much for each and every one of us. It doesn’t matter where we have been, where we have come from or where we think we

are going, He is there and He will care for us because He made us and He knows us and loves us.

“Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.” Isaiah 49:16

Yes He holds the whole world in His hand but He also holds me gently there, on my own as well.