His Hands On Us

“Then little children were brought to Him that He might put His hands on them and pray . . .”  Matthew 19:13
“And He laid His hands on them and departed from there.”  Matthew 19:15

To have someone lay their hands on you can have a bad connotation.  But not in this case.

Oh Jesus, I pray for You to lay Your hands on all of us, Your children.  And here’s a simple poem . . .

Touched

And if You lay Your hands on me
will it not show,
or will it be only
for You and I to know?

And if You lay Your hands on me
will I not be blessed,
with all past wounds fading
being touched by Your tenderness?

13 Comments

  1. Deb, I don’t know why this poem brought tears to my eyes this morning. What a sweet thought, to have our dear Jesus lay His hands on us! What a blessing indeed. Peace, Linda

  2. So thankful for you, Linda. You are a beautiful child of Jesus, and His hand prints are all over you. 🙂

  3. humbled, seriously, humbled – thank you for the encouraging words over at Sarah Markley’s blog.

    Long story short, I was going to begin a blog. Searched the Technorati top 100 or so – all male written blogs. They were good and all but failed once to touch my heart. They wrote a little like me.

    Then, Holley Gerth, and Ann Voskamp, and Amber Haines, and the avalanche of words tumbled all over my heart – and hasn’t stopped – and every day other snowballs pile on – like you 🙂

    I put it in a comment on one of the blogs like this (this is the short version:) – oh fine, since I can tell you’re a forgiving soul – I’ll give you the longer one:

    There was a time, ages ago, like last week, when all I could write was written in blah blah. Faith does blah. The Bible says blah. The Greek word for faith is blah and this means blah. Blah blah theology. Blah blah preaching. Blah blah pointing fingers. Blah blah I’m so smart. Then I started reading words written by Joanne, and Ann Voskamp, and Amber Haines.

    You all have your children. I’ve never had a one. In a few weeks I give birth to my blog – it doesn’t even have a name yet – it might even be twins. And I have been burying myself in your words that slice through the intellect and find a home in the heart.

    I read.
    I tear up.
    My heart grows like the Grinch.

    I don’t know what y’all know.
    Degrees only fill the head, not the soul.
    I can’t say what you say with such elegance.
    I thought I could write but you all are giving me a crash course on heart writing instead of head writing. I feel – really, really, feel – rescued, and so absolutely blessed that God led me to you all.

    Things are feeling different – the old voices are saying, “just wait, another house will land on you soon” – but the new ones are saying – “been enough Godly discipline, you are now the man you were intended to be all along- better stay that way – and grow – yes, it just took God 26 years of molding against your rebellion, to get you here – but here is good – don’t waste it – and enjoy darnit.”

    I read,
    and absorb,
    and transform with every post.

    I’m gladly off of the throne, and sitting obediently at feet, and just in awe,
    silent,
    simple,
    awe.

    And I’m not a poet, I’m a prose guy. I write paragraphs indented, or in straightforward and even blocks. If I write poetry it’s “one fish two fish red fish blue fish”. But you guys, you women “guys”, are teaching me a new language. I’m being morphed into a tiny poet fledgling that’s being ooopsed out of the nest.

    And sometimes I freeze as I read.

    And doubt springs up everywhere, like a water balloon prancing on pins.

    “I can’t do that!”, my head screams. And that’s the way it needs doing!

    But faith is sister to hope.
    And hope whispers to me that God is still refining
    always refining the gold.

    You all make me “selah”
    pause
    ponder,
    and teach me to line up my words like bunny prints in the snow
    instead of squares of concrete on the sidewalk.

    I may never,
    be able
    to thank you
    enough.

    So I’m learning how to write like you guys, you women. As soon as I finish my apprenticeship, the blogs (yup – twins) go up. But first we prep – then we blog:)

    And I know God heals – I want to pray for you – but I need your permission first – I’m really really big on His will not ours kind of praying – that can be dangerous – so knowing that – just let me know (you now have my email address you little thief 🙂

    “And if You lay Your hands on me
    will I not be blessed” — that’s all we need right – his hand is always on us, so we are always blessed – just maybe sometimes without the “blessings” – he’s teaching me to be content in both season. I very much heart your reminder.

    And thank you again for your kindness – oooooh – I have figured out twitter – and I kind of practice on it for the blog – you can go read my tweets 🙂 I’d love it if you read my tweets. I let at least one God lesson I’m learning per day out of the corral (I have lots of lessons to learn).

    Sorry this is so long.

    I edit my “big” writing, but seldom my tongue

    or my comments

    God Bless

  4. p.s. and your site said “your comment is awaiting moderation” – no kidding! —- all of my comments do 🙂

    funny.

  5. still funny

  6. I am sooo glad I got the long version! 🙂 You can leave longs comments here whenever you want! I am amazed at your story of setting out to blog and then discovering that God has a different sort of blog in mind for you. Two, in fact? Funny, that I can be concerned over my lack of the “Greek word for faith is . . .”. But He seems to give each of us a “something” to share. Yours is going to be good! It is. It is already, in just your comments. 🙂
    I would so like to read your tweets, and may. I just don’t have that twitter thing going on. Or even Facebook. I am so behind the times and technically challenged.
    And oh . . .you can so do poetry! I found lines all over the place in your writing. Your unstoppable! 🙂
    Thanks again for commenting and sharing!

  7. I was just thinking about moderation . . .it’s a good thing, right? ha!

  8. Still smiling! Thanks for that!

  9. Craig, This comment is the first of your writing I’ve read, but if I don’t get the link to your blog when it’s up I’m going to be really upset! I do have to ask, though, how are you able to keep it short enough to tweet? 😉 Peace, Linda

  10. Deb,
    To be touched by Jesus in our lives I pray for daily. That he will be in contact with me through the Holy Spirit in my walk, and guide me and us where we need to go as His church.
    There is just something about having people lay hands on you in prayer. We didn’t do that in church when I was growing up, but it is something where you really feel the lifting in prayer. Thank you for this poem, and may His hands of Guidance be on us. God Bless
    Jim

  11. Thank you for your prayers for all of us daily! How we need Him. I don’t want to just be touched by Him, – although it is wonderful!- but want to make sure that it moves me to obedience. You are such an encouragement to us all, Jim! 🙂

  12. Oh, the tweets really have nothing to do with the blog. Just that I like seeing God in the little things, and after reading Ann Voskamp it really got me looking. So the tweets are just 140 character blurbs. I have a hard time saying hello in 140 characters 🙂 so it’s also good training.
    Let’s see – what were the last two original tweets

    Today: I’m learning that pride is a prison, a too tiny flower pot for a spirit that needs room for roots to stretch out, and grow stronger

    Yesterday: Been calling God “my Lord” lately, halts me, reminds me I’m a just a creation of The Creator – and I can’t say “you’re not the boss of me.”

    Facebook I haven’t figured out – but I like tweeting.

    And about the whole “knowledge” thing. I have a Master’s in Theological Studies – but it took more than a decade of horrible, but Divine, crushing to get me to be the teensiest bit humble – and add heart knowledge to the head knowledge. Of all my favorite bloggers so far, none have that uber high level of sophisticated theological “knowledge” – but more of the level of a devout Christian, who knows the word – and what makes it special – is that they have the Word IN them. That’s the real key. There will plenty of “theologians” in hell. It’s the heart that matters. You have it in the heart too – and in your head – I can tell.

    By the way – poetry? Whaaaaa? Don’t even know what a “line” is 🙂 Feel free to educate me – I’m only copying kind of “word rhythm” from what I’ve been reading lately. They do it and it sounds pretty and hits the heart – so I’m just reading, learning, and imitating.

    God Bless

  13. Thanks for coming back to comment more! I really like your tweets! Those are just the perfect thing. To be able to whittle down our lesson to 140 characters or less. 🙂
    Now, you are going to make me nervous, knowing you have a Master’s degree. . .:) I’ve got nothin’ and know nothin’ about poetry either. ha! Just something about your writing sounded poetic. And in case you’re interested, there’s a little thing called unFold, (at http://www.folded.wordpress.com)that publishes twitter length poems. 😉
    Take care and do let us know when the twins are born!


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