I pointed to Isaiah 49:16 "See, I have enscribed you on the palms of My hands..." God said.
I had thought that was so permanent. Once there, nothing could blot it out or remove it except it be cut out. Even if cut out, the hole is still there. "I will not forget you." "Who can undo what I do?" says the Lord of hosts.
My Bible opened to that verse this morning and I was thinking about it on the way to work. God was in a talkative mood this morning.
"What else happened to my palms, Gina?" He asked in that Teacher voice. (Of course I am not hearing Him speak out loud, I just know His voice when He's talking to me in my head. It is different somehow.)
He stretched out His hands willingly to die for me. Those nails pierced His flesh and with me engraved there before I was ever born, the nail pierce me, too. That is as Paul said in 2 Tim 2:12-13... we died with Him and were raised with Him and even when we are faithless, He remains faithful because He cannot deny Himself. We are one.
It is almost too much to wrap the brain around.
Engraved in His palm. So close to Him, causing Him so much pain, yet He sacrificed.
Look up the word sacrifice. It is surrendering something considered of great value for something that is considered of greater value. He willingly came to earth knowing before hand what was to happen. He set His face like flint toward Jerusalem knowing what awaited Him there.
Engraved in His palm. One with Him.
How could I not honor Him? How could I not live my life for Him? He did so much and I so little. Yet, He looked past the shame, and was not ashamed. He looked past the cross to the joy beyond. Oh, glory. Praise His Holy Name. Amen.
5 comments:
What a beautiful post sis! Glory to God! Thank you!
Amen, amen, amen! Glory to His Name....
Amen!
I love this scripture as well, it's so comforting:-):
John 10:28
And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand.
Love ya, Sis. I hope you are doing well. Have a wonderful and blessed weekend.
God's Grace.
Last summer I stood up in front of my church and gave a five minute talk in the middle of one of pastorman's sermons about what it meant to me to be a Christian. I talked about how much I had changed in that first year of being a Christian and how much my life had changed. I also talked about the friends I lost and the people that did not understand my "change" and how I was often ostracized at first by people who had known me all my life. I had become "one of them."
I quoted that verse in my speech. I talked about how unbelievable it is to think about God knowing me as an individual and loving me so much he'd tattoo my name on his hand. It still gives me chills. At the end of my speech I said that the cost of being a Christian was high but having your name tattooed on God's hand? That was priceless...
And man oh man was I right about that!
Jules, you are so right! I am constantly amazed at how much strength God gives us and how bold He makes us. Glory!
Corry, yes! I love that verse, too. How wonderful is His power and might.
Claire -- Hugs to you. Amen.
Julianne, how lovely is the sight of you. It seems that when we brag on God, He always does greater and greater things.
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