[Holding the hand of God]
The closer I move towards God, allowing Him to take hold of my hand, the more He shows me and shares with me. The fears that once gripped me fade, as the lies I believed become only far off memories, and I find myself standing in a very different place. The confidence I gain, I gain through Him. So here I stand, and I stand amazed. What are you doing in me Lord, and what are you doing with me?
If He tends to me, like the favored child He sees me as, creating in me something beautiful, much like a flower can claim nothing of its own, I too can claim nothing of my own. I can’t brag, if only to brag of the God that I know, and brag of Him I will.
All that I can do then is look and listen intently, and in listening continue to learn; as I act upon what I’ve learned, in turn I’ll grow in love. Amazingly, this all comes from God, who works so hard to shape me. I could never do this on my own accord. God says ask and it shall be given, so I ask, but it was still He that brought me to this place. I must believe that He means what He says, and accept the help that He’s so eager to provide. If I don’t believe, he beckons me again to ask, “Lord, help my unbelief.”
The more I see, the more I’m overwhelmed and overjoyed by His loving care. If I were merely a marionette, surely I’d be one jubilant puppet dangling quite contentedly from my strings. For I know that if my strings were severed I’d collapse, lifeless, twisted in a knotted mass, incapable of moving in the direction that He so desires.
However, my strings, aren’t my restraints, but rather the anchor that guards my soul; they’re the safety harness that holds me securely through all of life’s adversities; they keep me grounded, guiding me back home if I should stray. My strings are the instrument He strums; they are the melodies He plays throughout my life, and in turn my lifesong sings to Him.
The future is the stage, and all it’s plans are set in place. How God works it all together for good just boggles my mind, but somehow He does, orchestrating it all for the good of those that love Him. How can even a smidgen of good come from this wicked world and our wretched souls? This is something only God can do, as He so lovingly takes hold of our right hand. He guides us in every way needed, perfecting us in His love. My strings then are the ties that bind my heart to Him, as His has always clung to me. What would we be without His extraordinary help?
“For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” –Isaiah 41:13
“Oh no, you never let go, through the calm and through the storm. Oh no, You never let go In every high and every low. Oh no, You never let go. Lord, You never let go of me…
And now my lifesong sings. And now my lifesong sings. And now my lifesong sings…
How marvelous! How wonderful! And my song shall ever be. How marvelous! How wonderful is my Savior’s love for me.”