Remember My Hands....

I had tossed and and turned all night, unable to be overcome with peaceful sleep, I was bowed low under a heavy load. It was so much more than I could bear...

As I blindly washed the dirty dishes that filled the sink the next morning, hot bitter tears of utter despair, spilled down my cheeks. I just couldn't push the hurting of my heart down inside anymore, it was just too much...

I was completely frustrated with myself at my spiritual condition.....and on top of that, I was bowed down by many other unmentionables.

Life seemed so dismal, so depressing, it seemed there was no hope.

And without Him, in constant control of everything, and without possessing that blessed peace that He has promised to those who keep their minds stayed on Him, things can get pretty depressing at times!

I was at that point. Everything just seemed hopeless!

I almost felt angry..

Angry with myself...

Angry with the ruthless way life seemed to treat me...

Yes, I was totally overcome with thoughts of myself.

But even through this, my dear Heavenly Father didn't forget about His child who was bowed low, overcome in a cloud of despair.

He whispered softly, 'Remember my hands dear child!' 

Huh?

What do you mean by that Lord? I weakly questioned.

I wondered what those words could really mean.

So that evening, I did a little word search about His hands, and was filled with wonder and awe at what I found! If you don't mind, I will share a few of those passages my eyes feasted upon, and of which my troubled heart drank deeply of.

Here they are:

"We can carry all our sorrows and griefs, troubles and trials, afflictions and cares, and pour them into the ear that is open to hear, of One who is pleading before the Father the merits of his own blood. He is pleading his wounds--My hands, my hands! "I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." He offers the wounded hands to God, and his petitions are heard, and swift angels are sent to minister to fallen man, to lift up and to sustain."  {RH, January 4, 1887 par. 15}

My hands, my hands!.... 

 "What a price has been paid for us! Behold the cross, and the Victim uplifted upon it. Look at those hands, pierced with the cruel nails. Look at His feet, fastened with spikes to the tree. Christ bore our sins in His own body. That suffering, that agony, is the price of your redemption."  {AG 172.4}

All that pain and sacrifice Lord for my redemption?  How could I be worth that much Lord? I shook my head in unbelief... I mess up so much, why would you suffer so much for me? How could you love me so much? 

"I will not forget thee. I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." Graven his children with the deep prints of the nails driven through those dear hands which he presents to the Father. " RH February 26, 1880

"Christ will never abandon the soul for whom He has died. The soul may leave Him and be overwhelmed with temptation, but Christ can never turn from one whom He has paid the ransom of His own life." Thoughts from the mount of Blessing, pg. 118 

Oh friends! I was completely overwhelmed with the awesome love of our redeemer and friend!
And he has called me to take up my cross and follow Him through the joy of sacrifice. To live as He lives...to think as He thinks....to love as He loves.

And He has promised to be there for me the whole way...and He'll still love me even if I do mess up! Oh what unutterable love!

And as I walk down this path, He wants me to take hold of His nail scarred hand that my feet will not stumble!

Those hands of His will throughout eternity bear the marks of His sacrifice for you, and for me..

"Throughout eternity he will bear in his hands the prints of the cruel nails by which he was transfixed to the cross on Calvary. These will ever bear witness to the sufferings he endured in order that penitent sinners might have life eternal." NPU Gleaner March 16, 1910

"I saw that the prints of the nails and of the spear were His glory."  {12MR 249.1}   

And so the Lord bids me take His pierced  hand, that I to may be able to say this with all honesty...


" ....Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong. "
 2 Corinthians 12:9-10


My dear brothers and sisters, let us rise to this high, and privileged calling!

"I the LORD have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles; To open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house.  I am the LORD: that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another, neither my praise to graven images." Isaiah 42:6-8

Will we remember His hands?

He'll never forget ours...