I had a weird thought in the shower this morning. It went something like this: "You are a mole in the hand of God." I'm pretty sure that didn't mean mole as in small burrowing mammal or a spy or a large structure built on the shore serving as a pier. I'm pretty sure it meant, "a small, often slightly raised blemish on the skin made dark by a high concentration of melanin." My first thought was, "Yuck. Who wants to be a possibly malignant blemish?" Then I heard, "Well I meant more like a beauty mark, one that enhances the beauty of One."
Ok, I don't know about you but I think that is AWESOME!
Just the other day I was putting lotion on my hands and I saw a tiny little discoloring on the inside of my middle finger on my left hand. It reminded me of my little girl hands because it's always been there. I like that it's there. It makes me more me. So what if God is saying He likes that we're on the palm of His hand, that our presence there makes Him more Him. We enhance His appearance. Seems impossible. And to us it is. But to Him anything is possible.
It was just a passing thought that took hold of my heart and made me fall just a little more in love with Him. So I had to share.
1 comment:
My youngest daughter has a mole on the side of her hand just where it creases. We spent the first few days of her life trying to clean it off!
I like this post. I like it's oddness and it's beauty and I love that you have conversations with God where He says, 'Well, what I meant was...'
Made me smile and made me think and made me say thank you to Him for loving me.
:-)
Hx
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