it was the first thing that captured my eye once the tears dried. it's a picture of a hand holding a man while he hugs his knees toward his chest. a ribbon of words wraps around the hand and the first thought wasn't what the words were but how beautiful a picture - how much i wanted to be that man in the middle, held safely in the palm of One who knows him well.
the words wrapped around him?
and after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace Who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen and establish you.
this is where i'm choosing to land tonight. how perfect a reminder of being held, right in the midst of chaos and my emotions spilling out left and right. i'm broken, quick to speak and far too often allow others to speak for me. i'm a contradiction. i fear ridicule but hate attention even if it's praise.
and even when i open myself up and choose vulnerability and it blows up in my face with a mess far greater than i ever anticipated, it sure is nice to remember i'm still held in the palm of His hand.
because in the palm of His hand there's no way a back can be turned.
in the palm of His hand you are always His. always.
even in the suffering. even in the vulnerability. even in the mess.