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Gracious hand of God

“For they did not gain possession of the land by their own sword, nor did their own arm save them; but it was Your right hand, Your arm, and the light of Your countenance, because You favored them” – Psalms 44:3.

Have you ever thought about the fact that the victories you saw in your past weren’t just your own doing? When you made it through a difficult time, when you received an unexpected break, when things turned around for no reason, it was because God favored you. You wouldn’t be where you are if the gracious hand of God was not on your life!

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have as much education as someone else. It doesn’t matter how influential your family is. It doesn’t matter what your background is. God’s favor can take you where you could not go on your own. When you receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior, He places something undeniable on the inside of you. Something that cannot be measured, can’t be put on paper, and can’t be explained! Other people may not be able to figure it out. All they know is that you’ve got something — that’s the gracious hand of God.

Today let this truth sink down deeply into your heart. Don’t be discouraged by what you can see, be encouraged by what you can’t see! Put your shoulders back and go out with faith and confidence knowing that His gracious hand is upon you!

Etched in his Hand

Hand in hand, we walked together,
Jesus and I through life.
In the palm of His hand it felt so secure
As I traveled through life’s toil and strife.

Why was it that I, just one of so many
Felt loved as if only one?
Then suddenly I knew as I held to His hand
The immense love of God’s only Son.

In the palm of His hand, my fingers felt scars
Put there by cruel Roman nails.
I asked to see just what had been done
When He went through such pain and travail.

I wept when I viewed those wounds in His hands
For there, in the nail prints He bore,
My name was spelled out in those terrible scars
Etched there in His suffering and love.

Overwhelmed in my soul of how much He loved me,
I asked others to come and to view.
And in my amazement and to their surprise,
Their name in His hand was etched, too!

How could it be so? This wonderful Lord
Whose love immeasurable be?
Took everyone’s sin to Calvary’s cross
Yet personally died for me!

Yes, God so loved each one of us
Just as if we were the only one born.
For etched in His hand, His nail scarred hand,
Is your name that will forever be worn.

Holding the Fathers Hand

Picture a young toddler holding hands with their father, walking side by side. A good father always adjusts his pace, according to what the child can handle. He does not walk at his pace and drag the child behind. So, if the child is a toddler, the father will walk very slow. And if the child is a little older, maybe five or six, the father can step up the pace a little. And so this goes on, even up to the point where the father can now walk at a normal pace, while still holding hands with his child the whole time.

The maturity of our faith is equivalent to the pace of the child. At the beginning of our faith, even though we are holding The Good Father’s hand, we must still move slowly, unable to go any faster, as the toddler. And like a child who is growing, who is now able to move at a faster pace, so does our faith also grow, enabling us to move faster, while still holding the Father’s hand the whole time. And so, like the toddler whose learning to walk, who then grows and matures, so does our faith likewise grow and mature.

He gave me understanding and showed me all the above, then said in a strong voice, “Beloved, are you ready to RUN?!”

He Holds You in His Hand

“Fear not, for I am with you…I will help you; yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My right hand…” – Isaiah 41:10

We all face situations in life that feel out of control. During times like these, it’s easy to get discouraged and allow fear to creep in; but instead, why don’t you focus on the fact that God is holding you in the palm of His hand! There is nothing too difficult for Him; nothing’s impossible; nothing is beyond His ability. When God holds you in His hand, you are safe; you are cared for. In His hand, there is victory. In His hand, there is strength. In His hand, there is provision. In His hand is everything you need.

No matter what you may be going through today, you can trust that God is for you. Instead of getting down and depressed over your circumstances, look up and get a vision of God turning that situation around. Let faith arise in your heart and focus on His favor, promotion and blessing. As you keep your heart and mind focused on Him and choose to obey His Word, you’ll see those supernatural breaks that will launch you further ahead than you ever thought possible because He holds you with His victorious right hand!

Grandpa’s Hand

Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands.

When I sat down beside him he didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking,” he said in a clear strong voice.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,” I explained to him. “Have you ever looked at your hands,” he asked. “I mean really looked at
your hands? I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down.
No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.

Grandpa smiled and related this story:

“Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have how they have served you well throughout your years.
These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when
I buried my Parents and Spouse and walked my Daughter down the aisle.
Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole
and lifted a plow off of my best friend’s foot.
They have held children, consoled neighbors,
and shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.
And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well
these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the ruggedness of my life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.
And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ .”

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached
out and took my Grandpa’s hands and led him home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children
and wife, I think of Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and
held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel
His hands upon my face.