“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” -Psalm 91:4
Lately, the world seems to have become a very scary, unsure place. Even more so than before, with a new fear-striking tactic and thoughts of an unsure future at every corner. As a new parent to a precious baby, in the midst of all of this, I’m definitely unsure of what the future holds.
I’ve noticed recently that any time I have our son in my arms, especially when he’s trying to go to sleep, he wants to hold my hands. His sweet little hands will be frantically grasping around until he finds my hand, grasps it tightly with both of his hands, and peacefully drifts off to sleep. Whenever he’s upset, or just doing his normal daily activities, holding my hand always seems to bring him peace for whatever emotion he’s feeling.
It’s no less than humbled me and brought me to tears each time, knowing that I am that absolute comfort for him. If that were the only reason I was put here on this Earth was to be that comfort for our sweet boy, it would be more than enough.
How quickly I realized how similar we all are in this trying time, frantically grasping for some sort of comfort and peace. We’re all in new territory, looking for something familiar, just like my baby searching for mommy’s hand. As his precious hands search for mine and find comfort, so should we search for the Hand of God to be our comfort.
In a rush to calm him, we may offer him many other things to fill his frantic hands and soothe his cries, but none bring the peace that our hands do. Much like all of us today, searching for comfort in news reports or social media posts or other people. All of these things may bring a temporary sense of relief, or maybe none at all. Maybe the opposite. So we’re still left searching for something that will bring us peace. His hand, much like mine for our son, is waiting to bring that peace.
I find myself more and more often lately falling asleep in the middle of my prayers at night. And while I feel guilty for falling asleep in the middle of my talks with and cries to God, how comforting it is to fall asleep in the palm of His Hand, and under His Feathers. Much like how as soon as our son grasps our hands, he peacefully falls right to sleep. No matter what is going on around him. Whether the dogs are barking, the TV is loud, the dinner timer is going off, when He has that hand, he knows it’s all ok.
No matter what new new broadcast, government mandate or bad news that may come up, as long as we are grasped onto God’s hand, we know that ultimately, we too will be ok.
“As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you; and you shall be comforted in Jerusalem.”
-Isaiah 66:13
