"Dede's Walk With God"






In The Hand Of God

There is a beautiful story about a child playing with a vase his mother had left on the table for a few moments. When the mother turned at the sound of her son crying she saw that his hand was in the vase and was apparently stuck. She tried to help him and pulled and pulled until the child cried out in pain. But the hand was stuck fast.

How would they get it out? The father suggested breaking the vase but it was quite valuable and the child's hand might be cut in the process. Yet he knew that if all else failed there would be no other alternative.

So he said to the boy, "Now, let's make one more try. Open your hand and stretch your fingers out straight, like I'm doing, and then pull!"

"But Dad," said the boy, "if I do that I'll lose my penny!"

The boy had had a coin in his hand all the time and was holding it securely in his tight little fist. And he wasn't prepared to open his hand and lose the penny. But once he opened his hand it came out of the vase easily.

What are you holding onto so tightly as to hinder your walk with Jesus? That vase can be likened to the entrance to the Kingdom of God. It is narrow but quite easy to pass in, but first you must "open" your hand to God and allow earthly things to fall. If we keep our fists closed and hold fast to what we have and keep it for ourselves, we will be unable to take hold of the "Hand of God"!

We arrived with nothing and will depart the same way. Jesus told the parable of the rich man who wanted to build bigger barns to store his grain and goods. But God said to him, 'You fool!

This very night your life could be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?' We need to be on guard, or the things we own will begin to own us. It is our own clenched fist that makes us a prisoner.

Open your hand to the hand of God.
Author Known To God

Precious Lord Take My Hand
by Jim Nabors
~~~~~***~~~~~

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:
Take my hand, Precious Lord, and lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:
Take my hand, Precious Lord, and lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
Oh I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Oh lead me on to the light:
Take my hand, Precious Lord, and lead me home
Take my hand, Precious Lord, and lead me home




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