“Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”
I stand before You, hesitant, unsure, self-conscious, and frightened. You stare deep into my being, and You smile at me. Then, You offer me Your hand. I stare in disbelief. You, the mighty King of all Creation, the Prince of Peace, the Ruler of All, are extending Your hand to me – a lowly, simple, sinful, seemingly insignificant little peasant girl. I look into Your eyes. Do You really mean it? Do You honestly want to take my hand? Or will You cringe and pull back as soon as You touch my filth? Will You lead me for a little while, only to desert me on the wayside when a higher calling summons You?
I stare into Your eyes – the deep, understanding, loving, honest windows to Your soul. The question is burning in my heart: “Can I trust You?” You say not a word, but Your eyes say it all.
“Yes.”
I reach out and timidly press my hand into Yours. You close Your fingers around mine and a current of love runs from Your hand, through my arm, and to my heart. I gasp at the incredible feeling. Mixed emotions fill my soul. Will You keep holding me or let go with a final squeeze? And yet I am trembling from joy and exhilaration.
I am touching the Hand of God.
I look into Your eyes again and wonder, “What next?”
You smile, squeeze my hand, and lead me along a path. Your hand – so scarred, so perfect – encloses mine. And I know that You will never let go.
Never. Never ever ever.
I am Yours for always.
I stand before You, hesitant, unsure, self-conscious, and frightened. You stare deep into my being, and You smile at me. Then, You offer me Your hand. I stare in disbelief. You, the mighty King of all Creation, the Prince of Peace, the Ruler of All, are extending Your hand to me – a lowly, simple, sinful, seemingly insignificant little peasant girl. I look into Your eyes. Do You really mean it? Do You honestly want to take my hand? Or will You cringe and pull back as soon as You touch my filth? Will You lead me for a little while, only to desert me on the wayside when a higher calling summons You?
I stare into Your eyes – the deep, understanding, loving, honest windows to Your soul. The question is burning in my heart: “Can I trust You?” You say not a word, but Your eyes say it all.
“Yes.”
I reach out and timidly press my hand into Yours. You close Your fingers around mine and a current of love runs from Your hand, through my arm, and to my heart. I gasp at the incredible feeling. Mixed emotions fill my soul. Will You keep holding me or let go with a final squeeze? And yet I am trembling from joy and exhilaration.
I am touching the Hand of God.
I look into Your eyes again and wonder, “What next?”
You smile, squeeze my hand, and lead me along a path. Your hand – so scarred, so perfect – encloses mine. And I know that You will never let go.
Never. Never ever ever.
I am Yours for always.
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