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Hands

A delicate caress along the bridge of a newborn nose, a gentle wipe across a face streaming with tears, a tender touch along a forehead raging with fever…the beauty of the human hand…the power of a touch.

2 months ago, Josiah Seth broke his femur. Many hands reached out to give comfort and aid to Seth (and to a distraught mommy).

Visible hands. But the visible hands alone were limited. For physical healing to begin, Seth needed to be put into the care of unseen hands. He was taken to the operating room where a surgeon aligned the femur and, with the assistance of other doctors and staff, applied a cast to hold the properly aligned bone in place.

With pain, I recall the uncertainty I felt as I stood, relinquishing to unseen hands my feeble attempts at comfort.

In the weeks that have followed, I’ve thought a lot about unseen hands, specifically as they relate to the Christian journey. "Fear thou not for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God; I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness." NIV "…I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." (Is. 41:10)

So often I long for visible hands and am fearful to place my complete trust in the Hands that hold a known future. I was reminded of the following lyrics, which express the sentiments of my heart:

There is an unseen hand to me
That leads through ways I cannot see
While going through this world below,
This Hand still leads me as I go
I’m trusting to the Unseen Hand,
That guides me through this weary land
And some sweet day I’ll reach that strand,
Still guided by the Unseen Hand

I wrote this post about 2 years ago. It's still relevant to me! I've experienced those unseen hands differently in the last few months --holding me fast in the turbulent times of an unknown future. Thank you, Father, for your hands.

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