Daily hands, Divine Hands
Tiny hands seem to think that they can do whatever it is that they want. Lily's new activity right now is to pull her feet and my hair. Jake's new obsession is my nose. He seems to think that it is quite funny to attack me while trying to shove his chubby little forefinger in my nose while screaming, "Nose!!!! Kat's nose!!!!" He is getting stronger everyday and it is like trying to wrestle a siberian husky puppy on speed. Adorable, but not so sane.Hands are tricky things. They can accomplish so many wonderful things, while also doing some not so good things. I know in my lifetime my hands have been used to do really hurtful things. I am sure that Ann-Marie Chartier in the 9th grade did not appreciate me punching her in the face, just as I did not enjoy her slapping me. I know that boys that my hands have touched were pleased, only to see now that my hands were in reality harming. Then there are times where I have touched the side of someone face, looked deep into their eyes, and prayed that in that moment they would experience the love of Jesus.
God's hands are so amazing. They have the power to give and take, produce and destroy, heal and nurture. Sometimes I imagine God as a large beautiful woman, who's skin has been marked with lines of wisdom and kissed repeatedly by the sun. She is the owner of an organic garden, and she is in charge of the crops. Each seed gently hand-planted, each fruit hand-picked, and placed into a large wicker basket that rests gracefully on her hip. Her hand are delicately shaped, but you can see the strength within. She loves her employees, and gives them the first of the fruits, she even takes time to make special jams for the employees to take home and enjoy with there families. She is a kind, generous provider that loves life, people, and good food.
Tonight while hanging out with my friends I saw Her hands. I saw that even though at times we think that our tiny little hands can do amazing things, Her hands are the ones that really do the work. My friend Kelly is coming into her God-within her space. She is beginning to see how Jesus plays an active role in her life and is hearing his voice. Kelly is truly one of the most amazing people I have ever met. At first I thought she didn't like me, but I think that was more because she doesn't hide. She does not put on the niceties that most people do to cover up themselves, there is no bull-shitting with this girl...she is present. We sat over beer and dessert tonight and chatted about what God has been stirring in her, and I was taken to a place of ineffable awe.
I was moved by the fact that my Lover has the ability to show up and reveal himself without our help. She said, "I feel like Jesus has infiltrated me." Trissa said, "Jesus penetrated you." Which I thought were both great words to describe communion with God. In an old Webster's dictionary the definition for communion was intercourse. Intercourse with Jesus. It is so nice to know that Jesus isn't afraid to have intercourse with us, but that he wants to be in us. He does not rape us, but he woos us into a love relationship.
Later while in the bathroom Kelly said, "It's almost like being gay. I know that I cannot deny it anymore, and hide in the closet." I LOVED this!!! It still makes me sad that being a Christian has such negative connotations that people, myself include, feel like I need to escape the label.
It is truly an amazing experience to hear the story of people whom God is working in and be able to sit back and know that is has nothing to do with what we do or don't do. It is something that is indeed other-worldly. To see the hands of God, we are graced with little glimpses of what a beautiful Lover is doing in the hearts of men and women everywhere.
Over IPA's and Carrot cake, the Holiness we encountered is too much to explain with words.
posted by Kat @ 1:25 PM
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