Someone asked me the other day what I meant when I said that I was
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.