The Palm Of His Hand THE PALM OF HIS HAND Submitted by: Glenda -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Just like in footprints in the sand, God has always promised to carry us through our trials. There are times in our lives when we feel not just that our walk is rocky or rough. There are times when we feel that we can simply stand no more. There are times when we can't even make it to the throne room of God to petition his comfort and love. These are the times when we feel we are falling.............dropping straight into the pits of this world and into the pits of despair and even sometimes hell itself. There are many in this world that have not experienced this yet. There is a hope in this time that far exceeds the hope we have ever known and far exceeds the pain and despair that has brought us to the place of falling. Last night as I fell, as I found myself dropping into despair, I didn't reach the depths that I usually do. As I began to drop, I found myself dropping to my knees instead of dropping into despair. As I hit my knees and tried to go to the throne room of God. God stopped me. Despair began to set in again. God said, give yourself completely to me. I cried out, I am empty, I am tired, I cannot even walk anymore. How can I give myself to you. I cannot even hold myself on my knees to pray. As my hands hit the floor in my weakness and despair. There I thought that I was completely lost. I had nothing left to give. I had failed everyone and everything. My face in my hands, I layed down to die. As I sobbed, something brushed across my face. It was like a rose blossom. A song played softly in my spirit. I was suddenly confused. I reached my hand out to touch the floor. I thought maybe I had died. As I started to get up, I found myself in a place I had never been before. I was in the PALM OF HIS HAND. I gazed upon my fathers face with a questioning look. I truly did not understand what was about to happen. My fathers spirit took my face and looked deep within me. Then he began to speak. "My child, you are my child, I will not let you fall, you have not failed. There is nothing you can or can't do to change my will and direction. I am in complete control. Read my word, I only ask that you know me. My love letters to you will tell you that my love for you far exceeds that of a simple emotion. Read my word, it will show you that I am everything that you are striving to be. My child, you punish yourself for failing in areas where I have not finished my work in you. My child, you run to and fro trying to make sense of a world I have asked you to turn away from. When I asked you to surrender all to me, I was asking you to rest in the palm of my hand. I will lead you in the way that I would have you go, listen for my voice, confirm my words by the love letters I have sent you. Rest and be thankful for the blessings that I pour out upon you along the way. The seed of my spirit will produce works and fruit in you. I will place you where I need you, and I will open your mouth and be your words. I am the potter and you are the clay. The clay does nothing but sit in my hands. I place it on the wheel, I mold it, I purify it, and I manifest it into its beauty. As I use it, I pour things into it, and I pour things out of it. If you fail or if you are weak, simply give it to me. So that I might finish my work there. REST in the PALM OF MY HAND." Author: Unknown BACK HOME