"Wherever you are spiritually, whatever you have been through emotionally, you are already wrapped in the Lord's embrace. Held close by nail-scarred hands."
~ Liz Curtis Higgs~
Sting My Heart is our hostess this week.
"Wherever I am spiritually..." Just where is that exactly? Not where I WANT to be, that's for sure! I do know He is calling to me. Everyday, He whispers to me to come to Him. Sadly, some days I stand up and say "Oh, no, Father. Today...Today, I can do this on my own. I'll holler if I need You."
What a rotten kid I am!
"Whatever I have been through emotionally..." Ummm, wow. Does the toilet count? I'm not bragging or whining here, but I wonder sometimes when others quote that verse about God not giving us more than we can handle...that maybe, JUST maybe, He has WAaaaay too high of an opinion of me!
Seriously, that verse goes on to say..."Not giving us more than we can handle WITH HIS HELP!" Therein lies the key. I would not have survived the last two years without Him. He has saved my life so many times! Every day He looks down on me and goes "WHOOOPS! Catch her! There she goes AGAIN! Toddling off into her own little world. What am I gonna DO with that child?!"
I can just hear it now.
And "Wrapped in the Lord's embrace...held in His nail-scarred Hands!"
I once heard a very wise pastor-friend say during a sermon that once we become a Child of God, we are held in His hands. Lovingly, carefully, safely.
The problem comes when we CHOOSE to JUMP OUT!
Ummm, Yah. That would be me. Big time. But I'm working on that. Could you add me onto the tail end of your prayer list? Please?
One final thought on this passage...When I close my eyes and visualize "nail-scarred hands" what comes to mind is so much more huge than that. (excuse the bad grammar). I know it was just a movie or a dramatization, but going to see "The Passion Of The Christ" had such a profound impact on me. It felt like I had witnessed a trainwreck. I was dumbfounded that people could just get up and walk out of the theater talking and laughing. My husband had to lead me out and I was staggering. I couldn't talk! Drove straight to my church, ran to the front and threw myself at the foot of the cross; crying and thanking Him for what He had done. The incredible pain and loss He suffered there FOR ME makes the trials of my life look like a flea bite. The broken body and broken heart of my Savior...Oh, Friends, those precious Hands were just the beginning.