Today is Valentine's Day. Today is my baby's fourth birthday. Palmer.
Just after Palmer was born a dear friend held him and said, “What is a Palmer?” Then she quoted Isaiah 49:16, “See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.”
Palmer’s life verse right there. A new fascination with hands birthed in my heart.
Especially on Valentine’s Day, I am reminded of how much I love my husband’s hands. The intimacy that is conveyed in a simple touch, hand brushing hand, hand rubbing sore muscles at the end of a hard day, hands clasped in prayer in the heat of a battle. I.just.love.his.hands.
These past almost-three weeks I have spent hours meditating on God’s hands. The intimacy I feel at his touch, the ways I see his hand provide and bless in my life. I marveled on Thursday when I met Dr. Hunt knowing that when God used his hands to create her hands, he had my healing in mind.
Many people have prayed the words to Healer by Kari Jobe over me. One special friend who is a professional dancer even danced over me to that song.
There’s a line that says, “You hold my world in your hands.”
This thought has brought me so much comfort.
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite songs was “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands.” There were lots of verses like, He holds the mamas and the daddies in his hands and the little bitty babies in his hands. Come on hippy children of the seventies, sing with me! You know how you used to make up your own silly verses? The puppies and the kitties in his hands, the really smart and pretty Lisa in his hands (I used to sing that one to my bratty little brother to prove I was far superior)...
I just began to picture all the things held by God’s hands. His hands are big enough for my children, my family, my health, my future, my very life and the whole world and all that encompasses. I even made up a few of my own verses again this week. He holds the whole Smith family in his hands, He holds my cancer and my healing in his hands, He holds Scott & White Health Plan in his hands, He holds Dr. Hunt's schedule in his hands. He holds the whole world in his hands.
I marvel that his hands are big enough to hold the world yet small enough to reach the private places of my heart. I celebrate the fact that he not only holds my life in his hands, he has my name engraved on the palms of his hands. Just as my husband wears a wedding ring to show the world that he belongs to me, The Amplified says my God wears a tattoo of my name on his hands. Now that’s a tattoo I can like!
Behold, I have indelibly imprinted (tattooed a picture of) you on the palm of each of My hands. Isaiah 49:16 The Amplified
Can a mother forget the infant at her breast, walk away from the baby she bore? But, even if mothers forget, I'd never forget you—never. Look, I've written your names on the backs of my hands. Isaiah 49:15-16 The Message