We bow our heads and link our fingers.
Somewhere in 16 years of marriage, we started this approach to prayer. A physical reaching for each other as a spiritual positioning before God in our requests. United as one. An intertwining of a cord of three strands. Him. Me. Jesus.
And there are few other times when I feel as sure of the path we’ve vowed to take together than I do in those moments. Regardless of the circumstances, I have learned.
Him. Me. Jesus. We’ve got this.
It’s the reason we keep returning to this joining of our fingers and our faith.
In fact, it’s one of the reasons I pray at all.
Because sometimes a prayer is nothing more than a reaching. A remembering that God’s hand is there. That He longs to weave his digits with mine and walk with me.
Because when I place my requests, my heart, and future in His hands, I find myself confident in His care.
I keep my eyes always on the Lord.
With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)
And when my hand is in His, I stand united with His sovereign plan.
His hand will strengthen me. His hand will lead me home.
Hand in Hand, I already am.
I return each Sabbath for a fresh Word of the Week. For the God-breathed pages to come alive in a phrase or two on which to spend a 7-day feast. To meditate upon. To use as a jumping off point for whatever other words God would have me hear during the week. I would love for you to join the Word of the Week (WOW) discussion by adding your selected verse to the comments … or reflections on any scripture reading.
Linking with Unforced Rhythms — a wonderful community of writers who gather each Monday to share with you HERE.