Intertwined Hands

The minute they walked into my house, her little hand intertwined with mine. With intertwined hands, she led me throughout my house, pointing out items. “Tara, what is this?” “Tara, where did you get that?” “Oh Tara, that is so pretty.” This sweet little girl was not afraid to hold my hand. For her, there was such comfort and joy in intertwining her hand with mine.

What if we were more like her? What if we readily intertwined our hands with Jesus’ hands? Because the thing is, my friends, that Jesus’ hand is always waiting for us to hold onto. Jesus is waiting for us to intertwine our hands with his.
There are so many days that I want to intertwine my hands with Jesus. In fact, there are days that I reach out and intertwine my hands with his. Yet so often, I lose my grip and find myself letting go even though Jesus is fighting with every fiber of his being to not lose his grip on me. 
In mountain climbing, it is essential to have all of the right tools since different conditions will show themselves as you work your way up that huge cliff. I am not a mountain climber but have many friends who are. They make sure to take lots of water with them and lots of fiber like trail mix to give them good energy. They also make sure to take poles and other items to keep them safe. Without these items, it would be extremely easy for the climber to lose their footing or their hand grip. 
Like climbers need essential tools for safety, God sent Jesus as that safety net for us. When we have lost our own footing, Jesus extends his hand and asks us to trust that he will pull us back up to safety. When we are holding on tight and still manage to lose our grasp, Jesus holds on even tighter. And most especially on the cross, Jesus extended his hands for us. He breathed his last breath and died on the cross for our sins. But then, three days later, God raised him from the dead…because only God has the power to overcome death and the grave.
Knowing that promise, I want to more readily intertwine my hands with Jesus, knowing that love is worth the risk. Yesterday my blog friend Jennifer Dukes Lee wrote a beautiful post for her Tell His Story linkup. Her post reminded me that love is indeed worth the risk. Love is worth reaching out my hand, intertwining my hand with Jesus, and grasping on tight as I trust in this holy one who promises to never leave me or forsake me. (You can read Jennifer’s post here: When Love is A Risk)

I am not one hundred percent sure what God has in store for me, but I am hearing the call to intertwine my hands with his more and more each day. And with our hands intertwined, I am choosing to hold on tight and trying so hard to not let go. I am trusting in this one who always extends his hand to each of us just like my friend’s daughter so easily intertwined her hand with mine. So today and hopefully every day after, I am choosing to intertwine my hands with Jesus’ and am hanging on for dear life!

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6 thoughts on “Intertwined Hands

  1. Oh, I love this. I love holding hands with my children so I get the imagery here. I also have experience with rock climbing (believe it or not!) so the whole thing really speaks to me! Keep sharing these words that the Lord give you. They are an encouragement.

    • Natalie, thank you! There is something so joyful about holding children's hands. Fun that you have had experience rock climbing. I have gone on small hikes, but have not done one of the teeners in Colorado yet. I have a friend who keeps trying to get me to do it but I just don't think I am ready yet! Glad that my words are an encouragement to you!

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