Look At Your Hands & Remember . . .

Think God doesn't know who you are?

That He has forgotten you?

Each time you look at your hands, remember . . .

But the city of Zion said,

"The Lord has deserted me.
The Lord has forgotten me."
The Lord answers,

"Can a mother forget the baby
who is nursing at her breast?
Can she stop showing her tender love
to the child who was born to her?
She might forget her child.
But I will not forget you.
I have written your name on the palms of my hands.
Your walls are never out of my sight.  

Isaiah 49:14-16 NIRV (emphasis added)



The Word Became Human

“Only the Word is the answer
to rightly reading the world,
because The Word has nail-scarred hands
that cup our face close,
wipe away the tears running down,
has eyes to look deep into our
brimming ache, and whisper,
'I know. I know.'

The passion on the page
is a Person,
and the lens I wear of the Word
is not an abstract idea
but the eyes
of the God-Man
who came and knows the pain.”

“One Thousand Gifts”
by Ann Voskamp . . .
a must read book!

Also . . .
check out her blogspot . . .
www.aholyexperience.com

God Knows Us

Psalm 139  (NLT)

O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.

² You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.

³ You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.

⁴ You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.

⁵ You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.

⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!

⁷ I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!

⁸ If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there.

⁹ If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,

¹⁰ even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.

¹¹ I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—

¹² but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.

¹³ You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.

¹⁴ Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.

¹⁵ You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.

¹⁶ You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.

¹⁷ How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!

¹⁸ I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!

 
¹⁹ O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!
Get out of my life, you murderers!

²⁰ They blaspheme you;
your enemies misuse your name.

²¹ O Lord, shouldn’t I hate those who hate you?
Shouldn’t I despise those who oppose you?

²² Yes, I hate them with total hatred,
for your enemies are my enemies.

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.

²⁴ Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.