This is just my current season of life here on earth. Change is brewing, and direction, for me, is uncertain. I’m not fearful. I’m unclear, unsure and unresolved. Thus, my nature has pointed me to God’s compass for both my solution and my “soul”ution.
Not only have I heard God’s voice leading and guiding me, His articulation has also, authoritatively, reminded me that I am IN His hand, NOT ON His hand. Ouch, I both deserved and needed this reprimand.
There I was begging God to direct my life. Now, this was what I correctly grasped and carried out. Trouble was I also executed the mistake of exerting my human leadership direction, instead of the comprehensive soundness of following God’s will and way.
Yep, I was whipping around my pointer finger – sort of showing God the direction of my will and way. Let me assure all that this is not the path to be travelled with expectations of being delivered to where God wants and needs you to be, nor where you can be of any service to God or any of His children.
Loud and clear, God yanked me back on course. Simply stated, if I want God to carry me in His hand and lead me to where I’m called and destined to be, then I need to realize and accept MY pointer finger is not a part of HIS hand. God’s hand comes complete with HIS own Devine pointer finger, and it usurps mine, if I truly want to, and do in fact, rest in His hand.
Maybe we all, not just I, need to remember to tuck our pointer finger inside our own hand when asking God to carry us in His hand.
