In the Hands of the Master

There is a fluttering, thrumming sound as the bird's wings beat, lifting its body briefly from the ground, in aborted attempts at flight. Its bright eyes dart, full of anxiety, head turning in all directions in quick, staccato movements. Another flurry of feathers as it lifts from the ground and drops again, a tiny heart thuds rapidly in its chest.

A large pair of hands reaches down and enfolds the creature, gently but firmly. A familiar voice speaks calming words. All is well- she is safe in the hands of her master. Her heartbeat slows and her eye and head movements are no longer frantic...

As I face a day with multiple demands and deadlines, anxiety rises in my chest as I try to be still before the Lord. In spite of the quiet of these moments, my heart and mind take flight, captured by images of waiting tasks. Then I remember the verses from a devotion I read earlier this week, “Be silent all flesh before the Lord… ” Zechariah 2:13a KJV, and my anxiety is calmed. My Master holds me in his hands...all is well, my ruffled feathers are smoothed, my heart quieted.

My eyes are drawn to a picture hanging on my wall. A simple, rich brown, wooden frame surrounds an image of two hands. One is outreached in invitation, while the other beckons....

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." (Matthew 11:28-30)

Comments

Anonymous said…
WOW-to have put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) at such a time as this, the mark has been struck. Thank you for following the lead of the Master (as you so often do).

Me
10:34 PM
Dave Hingsburger said…
There are so many times when I don't feel equal to the task ... when my hands seem clumbsy and the work delicate ... these are times when I need to remember that there are other hands helping mine. Dave
7:29 AM
Anonymous said…
Dear Bel(Q)- Thank you for this beautiful reminder. I have to go now- Someone is calling me. Poppy
9:29 AM
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