A Touch of His Hand

“He laid His right hand on me . . .”1

 
In the midst of the awesomeness, 

a touch comes, 

and you know it is the right hand of Jesus Christ. 

You know it is not the hand of restraint, 

correction, 

nor chastisement, 

but the right hand of the Everlasting Father. 

Whenever His hand is laid upon you, 

it gives inexpressible peace  
and comfort, 

and the sense that 

“underneath are the everlasting arms,”2
full of support,

provision, 

comfort, 

and strength.

 
And once His touch comes, 

nothing at all can throw you into fear again. 

In the midst of all His ascended glory, 

the Lord Jesus comes 

to speak to an insignificant disciple, saying, 

“Do not be afraid.”3 

His tenderness is inexpressibly sweet. "

—Oswald Chambers, "My Utmost for His Highest" 

1 (Rev. 1:17) , 2 (Deut. 33:27), 3 (Rev. 1:17)

Little blessings

My little sister with me - Fall '10

Sometimes you pray for God's blessings, for things you need, but overlook the obvious blessings right under your nose.

I've been concerned about some things lately and praying for God's provision. But tonight, He sent me a small Reminder to not worry about tomorrow, but instead to appreciate the beauty of today.

In the form of a little girl's plea, "Rissa, can you read me the Bible tonight?"

You see, if I'm around when my sister Elise is going to bed, I'll often read her to sleep, usually from the Bible, because, "Rissa, you make it interesting and exciting!

Tonight she snuggled into my shoulder as I read from Psalm 139, "You hem me in, behind and before, and lay Your hand upon me."

"Do you know what a hem is?" I asked her.

When she replied yes, I explained, "See, a hem keeps the fabric from being frayed and ripped. Something like that, God hems us in and holds us, so that we're safe from being ruined and torn apart. He protects us."

Her eyes lit up in her signature way and her smile widened. "That's so cool!"

We talked and snuggled for a little while longer, when she stopped and looked at me, stroking my cheek. "Rissa, has anybody told you you're beautiful?"

I smiled and felt my eyes tear up. "Thank you, darling."

I had just showered so my hair was an unruly mop of drying curls, no makeup or anything. I didn't feel all that lovely.

But in taking time to love her, to give her my undivided attention, to share Jesus' love for her, with her... I wasn't even thinking of my looks.

The Apostle Peter said that a gentle and quiet spirit was how the holy women of the past used to make themselves beautiful.

Not necessarily by spending extra time on her appearance. Not by having everything in life under control. Not by doing more, being more, spending more on herself.

No, her beauty lay in her gentle, quiet attitude. Her trust in God's safekeeping leaves her free to give of herself to love and serve others.

Sometimes, in my preoccupation with my own agenda and modern efforts toward making myself beautiful and successful, I forget it, but...

Perhaps the old-fashioned method is still the most effective.

Of plans, hope and love

I was encouraged reading this post over on YLCF recently, and I hope it might be a blessing to you, too!

Trust that [God's] plans are always good and filled with hope.

Trust Him.  He is good.  His love endures forever.

On the days where the father of lies whispers that you’re unlovable, undesirable, an unworthy failure, may you understand that he is the condemned liar.

He wants to deceive you into thinking that the Giver of all good things cannot be trusted just because you do not have a husband or a family.

Don’t believe the lie.

Remember—he’s condemned and defeated by the Jesus Who chose you.

—Nicole Merchant

(Read the rest of the post:  "Dear Single Sisters" @ YLCF )

Expressing Worship

Sometimes I wish I knew how to dance.

Not that I'm especially graceful, but there are times when I feel like I need another way of expressing my heart.

When I want to sing along to worship music but have had a cold and lost my voice.

When my heart is overflowing with emotion and voice alone will not express it.

When my limited piano skills are inadequate.

But… I can raise my hands to my Maker and lift up my voice in praise.
  
I can move my feet in worship anytime I run errands and help others.

I can stretch out my hands to the needy or embrace with compassion those hurting.

This is all worship.

All of this can give a voice to my thankfulness.

And you know what?

I bet God's enjoying it, too.

Never Dropped You Once

Did you ever play on the swing as a kid?

Higher and higher you'd go, closing your eyes and grinning as the wind swept across your face, when you heard a voice in front of you, calling your name.

It was your daddy. "Jump," he'd beckon, holding out his arms. "I'll catch you."

There was never a question of whether he would.

It was safe to let go of the ropes with daddy waiting there, safe to jump when he called,

I'll catch you.

It was perfect security, knowing daddy loved you, that he'd never once dropped you.

Not once.


A few years have passed since then. You're all grown up now, trying to make decisions, maybe kind of worried. Then you hear a voice calling.

It's your Father. "Jump. I'll catch you."

His arms are up to the challenge. He's strong, and He's had a lot of practice. When He calls to you, telling you to jump, you can trust Him.

He will catch you.

After all, He loves you.

And He's never dropped you once.

Filtered Through Fingers of Love

“Joy, peace, and stability come from believing

that every circumstance that touches our lives 

has first been filtered through His fingers of love 

and is part of a great, eternal plan 

that He is working out in this world and in our lives.”

—Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Lies Women Believe

Whoever would draw near to God must believe 

that He rewards those who seek Him.

~From Hebrews 11:6