As the music reached a
crescendo, my hand rose into the air. The Spirit wove its way through the
sanctuary inviting worship. As the music ended, a peace settled over my soul
and my hand came to rest in my lap. I noticed my pen was still in my hand and
the thought came to me that I had offered my pen to God. For a writer, that
seemed significant. It was as if I had surrendered my writing to God and asked
Him to write through me the words He wants people to see.
Days later as I was
pondering what happened on Sunday, I remembered a passage in Exodus 4 where God
asked Moses, “What’s in your hand?” God had given Moses an assignment and Moses
was giving God all kinds of excuses as to why he couldn’t perform. God showed His
great power by transforming the rod Moses carried in his hand. Moses gave in
and, with God’s help, accepted the task he was given.
Do you have a bottle of
nail polish and an hour to spare? A friend takes her bottles of nail polish to
a nursing home near her
house and goes from room to room once a week spending
time talking to each resident while she polishes their nails. Such a simple
act, yet so meaningful to the ladies she visits.
Maybe you have a pen in
your hand but you don’t consider yourself a writer. A dear friend who was
virtually homebound due to the illness of her son spends her spare time sending
greeting cards to folks in our community. Once a year, in December, she prints
a poem called My First Christmas in Heaven on parchment paper and sends it to
local families who have lost a loved one during the year. I was the recipient
of one of those letters in 2010 and was deeply touched by it.
What do you have in
your hand? Would you give it over to God for His use in blessing someone today?
Please leave a comment about how God is using whatever is in your hand.
Going out with joy
today-
Cathy
