A Study Of My Father’s Hands
There are a few things I remember about my dad’s hands which reflect the Bible’s description of God’s hands.
There are a few things I remember about my dad’s hands which reflect the Bible’s description of God’s hands.
It’s not simply about overcoming losses in this world, but it’s also about viewing these losses against the backdrop of an eternal winning season in heaven with Jesus.
In these moments, as Christians, we must realize we’re standing upon a trampoline of faith; any jump of faith we’re capable of producing will be met with exponential power from the Almighty God.
If we’re not aware of God’s goodness in all circumstances, majestic mountains and life’s adversities can both be fearful things; after all, they’re each imposing and mysterious as no single angle can capture all sides of either a mountain or an adverse situation.
Why does God keep things from us sometimes? Why does God frequently tell us, “One step at a time, one punch at a time, one round at a time” and not tell us about the whole fight?
When we anchor our dreams to anything created – people, achievements, or emotions – we will always have a motivation that’s here one day and gone the next.
There is no random, needless temptation, only a purposeful God that longs to speak tenderly to you when you’re weak and overwhelmed – it’s those moments when we’re most receptive.
Do we sweat blood when we punt our sins away? No, the punter in football often finishes the game with a clean uniform. No, we sweat blood, we get dirty, when we fight, scratch, and claw for every yard to score a touchdown.
I was born with a hole in my heart. No, it wasn’t a physical hole that shows on an echocardiogram, but believe me, it was there – I’ve got years of painful, sleepless nights and dark, depression spells to prove it.