For When Hearts are United Through Hands (Word of The Week)
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.
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