This is what it means to be held....

Last night I was a lameface: Grumpy, and irritable. I never have a reason to be that way, but last night I didn’t care if I had a reason or not. So I left the house, drove around for a while, and ended up stopping at our road-side park down the street. I cranked up the worship music in my car, then went outside and laid on a picnic table. 
God gave me a wicked cool picture of His love for me...

I was staring at the stars, praying that God would let me see a glimpse of Him holding me. And as I’m watching the stars, I get this picture of a giant hand holding the entire world. One hand, yet an insane amount of space. I held up my hand in the air, contrasting it to the vastness of the sky. I laughed to myself because of the ridiculous difference in size from the sky to my tiny hand. I thought to myself, with this hand, I can hold so many things...numerous objects, people, animals...The list of things I could hold in my hand could be very long. Yet, to reach the length of my height, 5’ 8”, I would have to collaborate 24 hands, one on top of the other from my head to my toes. 24 hands just to make up a small being like myself.
I take my body and stand it up against another object, say... an oak tree, and compared to it, my body is just as small as my tiny hand held up against my body. The tree, from my perspective, is enormous. I have to tilt my head up in an obnoxious fashion just to see the top. In comparison to the milky way, that oak tree is just another wave in the ocean. And to think, God’s single hand is holding THAT. All of it. From the smallest ant to the entire milky way solar system. God is holding it together in the palm of His hand. How could I think He wasn’t holding me, too?

I think that was a gentle reminder to me from my Abba, that even when I'm walking alone, even when people don't understand me or seek to understand me... I'm not alone. I'm not abandoned. I'm being held by the God who holds the entire sky in just the palm of His hand.

Ally