God’s Cupped Hand

     The world is shouting celebrate and party; but so many souls are crying, hurt, lost and all alone. The Bible’s book of Job is more than a story about a good man who experienced underserved loss and suffering.   It is a picture of God’s reminder that He not only was present always, His presence formed all things, controls all things and loves all things.   Being past, present and future, God knows all things.   Our situations are never foreign to, nor hidden from, our Father in heaven.  He cares, and He cares deeply about each and every one of us.  

     Caught in the snares of life’s challenges, we are not, on our own, powerful enough to push ourselves out of our tribulations’ ruts or to pull ourselves up from defeatism’s quicksand.   Only God can do this, and God stands ready and waiting to do so.   All He asks of us is to throw ourselves, in any condition at all, into His comforting hands.   We must make this life saving leap knowing God, most likely, will not give the answers to our problems but the answer to our happiness.   We must choose to continue living for the calling of our dreams rather than to die from the screaming of our nightmares.   This is not easy.   It is downright nearly impossible.   However, living with future hope in our heart, as an example of Christian belief, is the way to get beyond the hell of worldly battles.  God waits to carry us into tomorrow’s promises.  We just need to ride out our storms in the boat of His cupped hand.  This is the vision I saw.

     My cherished family and I were in the midst of one of our greatest storms.   I discerned the vision of God’s hand holding our near broken bodies.   God’s hand was cupped so as to form a boat.   We were being flung from side to side; but God’s hand would simply move ever so gently to keep us from being tossed into the undertow and currents just waiting to devour us.   Yes, we were being bruised and slammed up and down; but we were safe inside the boated hand of God.   Then, I envisioned God’s hand lifting up from the turbulent water.   The storms were so far beneath us now.   God so lovingly and supportively then straightened His hand; and suddenly, God’s hand had become a launching pad.   Gently, God’s breath gave wind, and wing; and we each took flight, soaring to our individual God chosen destinations and purposes.

     God’s cupped hand is not meant for only my family.   It waits for you and yours, too.    I pray you trust and believe enough to leap aboard.   “See I will not forget you.  I have carved you on the palm of My hand.”  (Isaiah 49:15)