Praying Hands . . . Make Me Strong

Sydney and I spent most of the day together, just the two of us.  In her short three years of life, she has traveled a long road from China to Salem, Oregon. Her life has dramatically changed since she was adopted a year ago. She is gearing up for another big change . . . preschool! So, yesterday we talked about how to be strong when fear attacks.

Sydney (August 2013)
Sydney (August 2013)
Sydney at rest time (August 2014)
Sydney at rest time (August 2014)

The conversation actually began when she asked me about my picture of the praying woman painted by Dean Mitchell. The girls have always been fascinated by it. We talked about the woman’s “praying” hands.

praying hands

Mitchell painted the picture after being inspired by Psalm 4:1.

Answer my prayers, O True God, the righteous, who makes me right.

I was hopelessly surrounded, and You rescued me.

Once again hear me; hide me in Your favor;

bring victory in defeat and hope in hopelessness. (The Voice)

Yet. The last two verses of Psalm 4 are the words that made the picture come alive for me. These are not black-ink-printed-on-the-page type of words, but three-dimensional living words written within the depths of my soul, the words that my friend, Conya, and I shared in the last few months of her life, the words that I end the day with, the words that allow me to see beyond the pressures and problems of the day.

You have filled me with joy, and happiness has risen in my heart, great delight and unrivaled joy,

even more than when bread abounds and wine flows freely.

Tonight I will sleep securely on a bed of peace

because I trust You, You alone, O Eternal One, will keep me safe. (The Voice)

So. Little Sydney and I knelt together, folded our hands, and prayed for her strength to face the fear of the unknown, to have the kind of peace which will bring deep sleep, and trust that God will keep her safe.

And, once again, my breath was taken away by what occurs when we pray.  In God’s mysterious way, there was power released and we were made strong together in that moment.

Take time to be made strong.  Pray.

It matters–Kerrie

New Beginnings . . . Sacred Place . . . OceansThe Road Ahead . . . ,One Moment,  Moving To Brookings, Oregon and Run Hard and the devotion,God’s Will.

(Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)


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