When last we met, I posted a picture of a plaque that featured a saying that God is holding you in the palm of his hand.
Well, so much for ME encouraging YOU. I think God had me post that photo (see previous entry) because he knew the next day I would need reminding – about my location.
Actually, I felt as though I had unexpectedly rolled over and fallen out of God’s palm, hit the pavement and I must say, it did NOT feel good.
It hurt when I received a call telling me a younger sister had been unexpectedly hospitalized – two days before our extended family was to leave on a bi-annual trip.
It shredded my emotions to know that her recent months of relative health were back in the “unpredictable zone.”
And I was surprised when I found myself turning to my friend in church, burying my head in her shoulders and boo-hooing through the praise and worship time.
All I really have to say after this week is that I did NOT fall out of God’s hand. He did NOT turn it upside down as a cruel joke to see if I had SpiderMan like skills to stay put.
No. I was safe – in the middle of his hand as was my sister and our 13 other family members.
How do I know?
I wouldn’t be writing this if I hadn’t survived because while I couldn’t physically see God, he sent people my way to hug me, listen, etc. I even had one woman – a Chick Fil A employee – remind me how powerful God is and that I CAN be strong for my sister.
That’s more than existing – at least in my book.
Just wondering: Do times when you can’t physically SEE God make YOU feel as though you fell out of his hand?