IN MY FATHER'S HANDS...

I am safe. Secure to be at rest and without fear of forces that threaten my well being.
For my Father God has known me since before I was even knit in my mother's womb. There should be nothing that I fear, for my Lord has said, "Verily I say unto you, except ye be converted and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven". Matthew 18:3. KJV.

When did the words fear, burden, weariness, mistrust and despair creep into your vocabulary? As I gaze into my granddaughter's big, brown eyes in this picture, I am aware of one thing. In the hand's of her father, she is at ease. Oh, if only we could be that confident and trusting that our heavenly Father has us safely in his grip. A child surrenders to her trusting notions that, since the day she is conceived, her parents will hold her up, fulfill her needs, and keep harm at bay.

When did I ever go through the "fire" and not be protected from the flames. My Lord has always been by my side even though the rocky road may cause me to stumble. Oh yes, I have often thrashed around on His strong arm. His grip has even seemed like pressure to keep me safely in place; but that's usually because I was tense and not willing to surrender; flopping around to follow disobedient, self absorbed ways.

My grandchild's little head resting comfortably in her father's hands teaches me that I don't always have to be doing, preforming or even happy. She is not smiling. She is just being. In the protection of her father, there is no great expectation put upon her at the moment. She is just his child and welcome in his hands. Our Heavenly Father only expects one thing from us; to love Him with all that we are at the present time.

May I be at ease, Lord, to lean into you as my grandchild leans on her father's hands. Help both of us to learn that whether we are laughing or weeping our Father's hands will be the steady, but easy grip that will pick us up when we fall and hold our fragile hands when we dance.