His Hands. . .

Jesus’ Hand is the first Hand to touch you each morning. It is a gentle touch from His strength that rouses you into the subtle light of morning. He extends His arm to open His hand to assist you to rise into your day. Don’t rush the touch of life. . .and let your small hand rest in the rough, scarred, love healed palms of His sacrifice for you to live this day. On your feet, His Hand hovers over your head in blessing. Do you start your day bowed in blessing? Time speeds on and still. . . right at that bump, when you stumble, His hand absorbs the pain first, before the bruise reaches the flesh of your knees. Do you kneel in gratitude? Day closes and a meal is shared. His Hand is poised at His lips, waiting in silence to see if your hunger for His love surpasses the hunger of your flesh. Does it? He sees you tire and His hands turn down the sheets and smooth out the wrinkles of your day. He waits for you to finally need rest in His Hands. He has looked forward to this moment all day. When need finally surrenders yourself into His hands. “Sleep is the most trusting thing you will ever do. . .” Thank you, Vicky Benton. His Hands are the last ones to touch the sanctity of need for night. . .And He tucks you in with a warm, soft blanket folded tenderly under your chin. But His watch of hand is not yet finished. . .He sits with you as you release your day and give into sleep. Do you close your eyes in trust? He gives faith with you as yours struggles. He hopes with you for a better day tomorrow. He loves with, in and through you for the Kingdom to dim the Glory in reverence to launch a bright new day, tomorrow.

Behold, I will do something new, Now it will spring forth; Will you not be aware of it? I will make a roadway in the wilderness, Rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19

Let the water rush over your hands the next morning of your life. Where do you think the river of water comes from? The Hand Of Jesus. . .Over Yours. Today, Tomorrow and Always.

This post is dedicated to every life that has allowed my hand to touch their life.  twe

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