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In His Hand

In His Hand

 

We know not what tomorrow brings

Although we plan ahead

For only God alone can know

The pathway we must tread

We cannot know the future

Neither one minute nor one hour

Each circumstance that we must face

Lay only in His power

It’s vital that we live by faith

From minute unto minute

And trusting that each step we take

He’s walking with us in it

We cannot see the future

Nor the trials we must face

But in all things, God promised us

Sufficiency of grace

This alone should give us hope

Whatever be our plans

In knowing that our future lies

In His sweet, loving hands

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Jesus Hold my Hand

 

holding_hands_I came upon Mr. Isaac during an evening shift at the care home where I was a supervising nurse. He was visibly in great distress. With wide-eyed terror he told me, “Tonight’s the night, nurse. Tonight he’s coming for me.” He motioned towards the window. “Can’t you see him sitting there?”

“Who?” I asked.

“Satan. He’s coming to get me. I’m trying to cling to Jesus, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.  And if I let go, he’ll get me.” He shuddered.

Realizing this need went beyond my nursing skills, I called Mr. Isaac’s pastor. He talked with him kindly, read the Bible to him, and prayed with him. Still, Mr. Isaac could not be comforted.

“Tonight I want you to drop into Mr. Isaac’s room every 15 minutes,” I instructed my care aides. “Hold his hand and talk to him. He has to know he’s not alone.”

Whenever I could, I’d check on Mr. Isaac myself. But he was no better. Nothing we said or did helped him achieve peace of mind. Totally exasperated, I grasped his hand firmly and blurted out, “Mr. Isaac, the way I’m holding onto your hand, that’s the way Jesus is holding onto your hand. And he will not let go.”

When I returned to the ward some time later, one of the aides asked, “What did you do? Mr. Isaac has been sleeping ever since you left.” I too was puzzled.

Since I was just about to start a leave of absence, I did not see Mr. Isaac again until two years later. By now he was blind and in the last stages of throat cancer which made swallowing and speaking difficult. Sitting down beside him, I took his hand in mine, and said, “Hello, Mr. Isaac. How are you today?”

His face lit up with sudden recognition. “Nurse,” he croaked. “Jesus is still holding onto me, and he will not let go.”

And He didn’t.  Not long afterward, Mr. Isaac died peacefully, knowing that he was going right into the arms of Jesus.

God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 3:5

For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you. (Isaiah 41:13,NIV)

Story by Helen Grace Lescheid

Hand of the Master

boy-pianoWishing to encourage her young son’s progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted an old friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked “NO ADMITTANCE.” When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.

Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy’s ear, “Don’t quit.” Keep playing.” Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obligato. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn’t recall what else the great master played. Only the classic, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.”

Perhaps that’s the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren’t always graceful flowing music. However, with the hand of the Master, our life’s work can truly be beautiful. The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, “Don’t quit.” “Keep playing.” May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces. Remember, God doesn’t seem to call the equipped, rather, He equips the ‘called.’ Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire.

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Let God Hold your Hand

Holding my handOne day you were crossing a bridge with God. You were scared so you asked GOD, “Can I hold your hand so I won’t fall into the river?”

GOD said, “No my child, I should hold your hand…”

You asked, “What’s the difference?”

GOD replied, “If you hold my hand and something happens, you might let go. If I hold your hand, no matter what happens, I’ll never let go….”

It is not GOD who let go and distance himself from us, it is us.

Sometimes we get so caught up in our lives that we forget HE is there! But GOD loves us. He is steadfast and faithful. As the Bible says, For God said, “I will never leave you; I will never abandon you.” – Hebrews 13:5

The question is not “Are you holding on to God’s hand?” but “Are you letting God hold your hand?”

Is He holding my hand? YES. Will you let Him hold yours?

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Pair of wrinkled and Bruises Hand

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    One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview. The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?”

The youth answered, “None.”

The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?”

The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.”

The director asked, “Where did your mother work?”

The youth answered, “My mother worked as laundry woman.”

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?”

The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.”

The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.”

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange. Happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the young man.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother’s hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?”

The youth answered, “I cleaned my mother’s hands and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes.”

The Director asked, “Please tell me your feelings.”

The youth said:

  1. I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not have been the successful me today.
  2. By working together and helping my mother, only now I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
  3. I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationships.

The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.”

Later on, this young person worked very hard and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.

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