This week I am sharing some of my favorite posts as an offering to the sweet, Mother’s Morning Out ladies of my home church in Charlotte, NC. These women inspire me with their hunger for Jesus, their commitment to love their families God’s way and their servant-hearts that reach out for others. These ladies? They give me great hope for the generations to come and they make my heart sing!
Pleats of Grace
Isaiah 49:16 (HCSB)
Some days are harder than others. I stare down at that day, from the early morning hours, and the ache of its needs settle to my bones. I feel stretched and pulled to the point of being transparent.
I am withered before it even begins.
This mountain-day is too high.
Jesus calms me and says, “You are in the palm of my hand.”
I close my eyes and I imagine myself in His palm; the inner surface that lies between the furthest extension of His reach.
That stretched down from heaven and grabbed my soul.
That is the offering that was nailed to that tree.
I am walking in pleats of grace; grace that doubles upon itself and is pressed into place. He folds me in the walls of kindness and directs my path toward Him.
I am safe. Always safe.
There is not one day, not even this one, that is not tucked in love.
I am walking in the hand of God.
I am praying for those of us who are daunted by the day and all that it requires. I am praying that we will close our eyes, see ourselves in the Master’s hand, and the knowledge of His presence will soak our souls.
Lord, quiet our hearts and minds to the knowledge of the Your sovereign hand; the One that encloses us on every side. Remind us that all of our days are carved deep in Your offering and protected by Your sacrifice. Tuck us deep in Your folds of love and give us a calm that glorifies You.
I pray you Live Like You Know …where you are going.
Strength to strength,