in His hands
"See mama?" she throws back the curtains and we gaze into the deep black sky outside our hotel window. From the sixth story, we can see the glittering lights of the Tampa skyline stretch across the horizon.
"See mama? This is how God holds us!" my second child opens her slender arms wide and then curls them back to meet each other. Her embrace surrounds the whole of the skyline, the whole city.
I am speechless.
And in my heart, these words echo...
You have taught children and infants
to tell of your strength,
silencing your enemies
and all who oppose you...
And I murmur, "And Lydie, our house, too?"
"Yes mama..."
"And does he hold Jordan, too?"
"Uh-huh..."
I stand at the window, my heart convicted by the faith of a child. She leaves the room quietly, returning a few minutes later with her drawing pad. On it, a green and blue globe drawn in marker.
"See mama, He holds the whole world just like this!" She circles her arms around the drawing, hugging it tight.
"Yes, hon, He does!" I affirm her, yet I know deep down that I am the one who needs to hear this truth.
Our home sits empty, just freshly cleaned, re-painted, touched up. I didn't think it would turn out this way. According to my plans, we would have it sold by now. Instead, we have put it up for rental and I am so afraid. Anxious. Insecure.
I don't know how this part of our story ends. That makes me so fearful.
Our furniture has been crated, stored and everything else is on its way to the middle east. This part of the story also waits to be told.
And in spite of my fear, He holds it all in His hands. He knows the rest of the story, He knows it from start to finish.
Do I believe this? Can I believe this?
And He speaks to my fears,
Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Yes, He holds it all,
our home,
our children,
our family,
our belongings,
our new home,
everything...
in His hands...
to be continued...
"See mama? This is how God holds us!" my second child opens her slender arms wide and then curls them back to meet each other. Her embrace surrounds the whole of the skyline, the whole city.
I am speechless.
And in my heart, these words echo...
You have taught children and infants
to tell of your strength,
silencing your enemies
and all who oppose you...
And I murmur, "And Lydie, our house, too?"
"Yes mama..."
"And does he hold Jordan, too?"
"Uh-huh..."
I stand at the window, my heart convicted by the faith of a child. She leaves the room quietly, returning a few minutes later with her drawing pad. On it, a green and blue globe drawn in marker.
"See mama, He holds the whole world just like this!" She circles her arms around the drawing, hugging it tight.
"Yes, hon, He does!" I affirm her, yet I know deep down that I am the one who needs to hear this truth.
Our home sits empty, just freshly cleaned, re-painted, touched up. I didn't think it would turn out this way. According to my plans, we would have it sold by now. Instead, we have put it up for rental and I am so afraid. Anxious. Insecure.
I don't know how this part of our story ends. That makes me so fearful.
Our furniture has been crated, stored and everything else is on its way to the middle east. This part of the story also waits to be told.
And in spite of my fear, He holds it all in His hands. He knows the rest of the story, He knows it from start to finish.
Do I believe this? Can I believe this?
And He speaks to my fears,
Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Yes, He holds it all,
our home,
our children,
our family,
our belongings,
our new home,
everything...
in His hands...
to be continued...
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