God reached down to take my hand.
But I was busy…one hand on my cell phone, one steering the
car. I really didn’t have a hand to spare to reach up.So He waited.
God reached down to take my hand.
But I was tired…one hand under my pillow, one curling the
blanket under my chin. Needed to sleep in peace, not grab on.So He waited.
God reached down to take my hand.
But I was playing…one hand in a ball glove and the other
throwing the ball. Had to make the play, not swat the air.So He waited.
And things went bad. My husband’s health was failing. My family
was at odds. My job was getting harder. I had no one to turn to and nowhere
to go, so I threw up my hands in frustration,
And God reached down and took my hands.
Thank
heavens He waited.
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