TITLE: The Hands that Hold You
By Elizabeth Blackwell
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The Gift of Life
I can imagine you got to wake up this morning in a cozy bed. You opened one eye and to no surprise there was the sun, filling your room with a warm glow and reminding you Who is in control.
You had the opportunity to most likely start not only your day but also someone else's day with a cheerful, "good morning."
If you chose to take it, you could sit down and open a Book, who's author is the Lord of everything and you may even hear His voice.
There probably is someone in your life, who will make your load considerably lighter and maybe even without you realizing it.
In the middle of the afternoon soap suds cover your hands, dishes piled in the sink and you sing, some of the songs are ancient, some just came to you as you scrubbed but whether your own invention or someone else's they get the job done, they let some of your joy trickle out.
You live out your day, doing a dozen or more mundane tasks that a hundred years ago would have been everything but mundane.
Now later in the evening, as you step out to water the flowers your eyes meet with another master piece, the sun setting. Breath taking isn't it?!
Cozy in your bedroom, you settle down with a good book and a cup of ice tea. Your body relaxes as you lounge. Isn't God so good, you think to yourself.
As you reach over to switch out your lamp you hear a symphony outside your window as the crickets take the night shift praising the Creator. Your head rests on your pillow, the stars twinkle, the moon beams and you give a happy sigh.
Because the sun keeps rising, your heart keeps pumping, the mountains don't decide to take a swim in the ocean and you have nothing to do with any of it. Even your most tremendous loads some how seem trivial to what your Father takes care of everyday.
You see our Father is faithful, we can rely on Him. We are the ones that can go to sleep on board a ship that is being tossed to and fro because our Father is the captain and He oversees the safety of our voyage. Our Father holds in His hands the heavy things that we could never dream of carrying.
So we can play in the sand, search for lady bugs and wade in the water. Yes, we might get an occasional bee sting, our sand castles might be swept away when the tide comes in and our lady bug may even fly away but we have a wonderful Father who is close by and He will remove life's stingers, rebuild our castles and show us treasures that will never fly away.
Enjoy life, life is a gift and gifts are meant to be enjoyed.
Go ahead, search for lady bugs, make castles and dip your toes, the hands that hold the universe hold you.
- Elizabeth A. Blackwell
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