TAKE MY HAND

This morning I didn't hit the snooze button.  I dragged my tired body and my warm blanket into another room and sat with my journal and Bible.  It had been a long time since I'd cracked open either book.  Sure - I read my Bible on my phone grabbing a fast sip full of truth in between sorting my junk mail, pursuing Instagram and catching up on my Noom tasks.  But to actually sit in a chair with my Bible and pause and pray?  I don't slow down that often. 

I've got a big list of things to accomplish this year.   Books to read (36 ones I've been given or purchased, 100 total).  Some weight to lose (those pesky last 5 pounds).   My art class to finish (10 drawings to go).  Several LARGE tasks at work (just keep swimming). But the sermon yesterday reminded me that none of it matters save a commitment to being in the word and following what it says. 

So I dragged my body into my chair and this is what met me there. 

"For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear. I will help you."  Isaiah 41;13

My right hand is the one that writes all my lists. What I use to  keep track of things.  With it I do do do always keep doing.  And it makes me tired.

And God promises to slow me down, to take my hand, to comfort me like a child, to go my speed and to help me.  Oh goodness.  What a great verse. 

Thank you.