Monday, October 7, 2013

In His Hands

I'm a get-it-done kinda gal. Give me a mission, and I'll give you a to-do list with bullet points toward accomplishing the task. Though my daughter and I look nothing alike, she, too, is strong-willed and goal oriented. So, is it any wonder that she was blessed with an independently-minded little girl of her own?
Kinley is 21 months old. Though she's a few months away from 2, she is moving into that toddler phase marked by the "I'll do it myself!" attitude. It seems such a short time ago that her tiny fingers were dwarfed by her Grandpa's big hands.
January 2012 - Just after her birth December 30, 2011
These days, she has definite ideas about how things should be. She has opinions about how best to cover up a dolly for a nap and which book in the mountain of reading material is the right one to read. At a park playground, she will spend the entire time swinging - even when there are fun slides and climbing stations from which to choose. 
A few weeks ago when I pulled into their driveway for a weekend visit, Kinley came up to the car with an ice bag on her head. She was playing outside with her Mommy and Daddy while they waited on me to arrive. Her feet got tangled up and she fell, head first, onto the cement driveway.

Kinley may have ideas about what she wants to do and the speed with which she wants to do them. But sometimes, she trips and falls. This wasn't her first scrape nor will it be her last.

And you know what? I'm not so different. Too often, I get to traveling at my own speed. I have my to-do list. I have an agenda. I have a plan. I forget that I'm not the one in charge. And I also forget that I don't have to do it on my own.
 There's a bigger picture.
Just like Kinley has someone nearby to pick her up when she falls, I have that, too:
Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
- Isaiah 41:10 (NIV)
I stumble and fall. I make the same mistakes, over and over again, it seems. And God keeps picking me up, dusting me off, and encouraging me to keep going. 
"The grace of God means something like this: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you. Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid. I am with you. Nothing can ever separate us. It's for you I created the universe. I love you. There's only one catch. Like any other gift, the gift of grace can be yours only if you'll reach out and take it. Maybe being able to reach out and take it is a gift, too."
Author Frederick Buechner
Too often, I shake off the Father's hand. I'm a capable person. I can do it. I don't have to bother God with this little thing in my life. Or I may lay a big concern at the foot of the cross through fervent prayer. But then I pick it back up again. Like a defiant toddler, "I can do it myself."

But my Abba Father is ready to hold my hand. The road may be clear of obstructions some days. Other days, it's filled with twists and turns and uncertainty. But, like the Loving Parent that He is, He grasps my hand. I just have to reach out and hold on.
I like the JJ Heller song called "Your Hands." The bridge says:

Your hands that shaped the world
Are holding me
They hold me still. 

Like the old Sunday School song goes, "He's got the whole world in His hands." As I look at the changing leaves and see the beauty all around me as we transition into fall, I'm amazed that those hands that created the world care so much about each and every one of us.

Today's post is my October blog post at Lovely Branches Ministries, where the theme for the month is "Hands." My friend, Keva, talks about a cherished photo of her late husband's hand in hers at their son's wedding. My friend, Suzanne, shares a hard concept (for me, too)  - "sitting" on her hands and "letting God." But she also talks about all the "handy" work she and others accomplished for her daughter's wedding this past summer. And there's a new blogger at LBM: Leslie McAninch, who is a personal and family counselor. Click on the links to visit!

Today, I'm also linked to Michelle DeRusha's Hear It On Sunday, Use It On Monday. Click on the link to read more from bloggers of faith. 


  1. What a beautiful little girl. I can totally relate to the brain going faster then the feet! haha! :) I always thought kids need helmets until there like 3 then again as teenagers! :) Have a beautiful Monday.

    1. We think she is pretty special! We got to see her again over the weekend. I'm spoiled now: 2 weekends in a row! Hope you have a wonderful week!