God has been reminding me often lately of the importance of empty hands. Open your hands. Carry less. I am able. I love being God and I love you. Carry less. But I am a fretter. I can see a lot of progress in my life out of that tendency, but it still can clutch me (and make me clutch for security) quickly in certain areas. Today as I envisioned Jesus facing difficulties, setting Himself aside to pray, and opening His hands, I remembered His total obedience to the Father. He was doing what He asked, fulfilling His mission. Even on the cross, when everything was stripped away and He was there with hands totally open, those already empty hands were pierced and flowing out the last bits of His love and willingness to the Father. It was for the joy set before Him, for the fruit it would bear on earth, and for the party it would prepare for Heaven that He followed to the end. Today I choose to press on. I choose to trust. I continue to look at Him and try to keep my hands open, trusting, ready to receive whatever manna He gives me for my needs and to pass around. This from Beth Moore: God knows were insecure. But we do not need to be. And He will not leave well enough alone. He has enough security for both of us, and for those of us who call Christ Savior, He slipped His own secure Spirit within our simple jars of clay. It is in you to be secure, dear one. Do you hear what Im saying to you? You have it in you. AMEN.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 11:32:48 +0000
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