The Gentleness of God
Some people may have the concept of God as One who sits high and mighty on His throne, just waiting for someone to make a mistake, and then He is ready to pronounce judgment and mete out punishment! Others may think that He is so great that He could not possibly have the time or interest in mere mortals such as they. But we find in God’s Word that although He is a mighty God and a great God, He is also a gentle God, One who watches over His children with loving care. “Thou hast also given me the shield of the salvation; and thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great” (Psalm 18:35). “He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young” (Isaiah 40:11). “A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench…” (Isaiah 42:3). On this verse, Matthew Henry commented, “He is tender of those oppressed with doubts and fears, as a bruised reed; those who are as smoking flax, as the wick of a lamp newly lighted, which is ready to go out again. He will not despise them, nor lay upon them more work or more suffering than they can bear.” How I appreciate the gentleness of my Heavenly Father!
In The Hollow of His Hand
When I look across the mountain,
so bare, so bleak, so gray,
And my heart is sick and lonely
for the faces far away --
‘Tis a comfort to remember
that mountain, sea, and land
Are gathered all together
in the hollow of His hand.
When I think of all the loved ones
who have passed beyond my sight --
How their going made the daybreak
seem more dark to me than night, --
Then I thank my heavenly Father
he hath made me understand
That the place where they are sleeping
is the hollow of His hand.
When I waken in the morning,
and my heart is filled with fear,
Knowing not the unseen sorrow,
nor what terror may be near,
A peace falls on my spirit
too restful to withstand,
As I think how safe He holds me
in the hollow of His hand.
When I think of all the sorrow
and the agony of life --
How the world is struggling onward
in the midst of care and strife,
There are depths I cannot fathom;
but one thought is at command;
Jesus Christ stands at the crisis,
Stretching forth His wounded hand.
--Author Unknown