In my hands

He repeated it like a mantra “ but God is good.”  I was only on the elevator for thirty seconds, but in that time he repeated it several times as if he were trying to convince me, or himself, of the truth of his statement.  His partners father was dying of cancer he said, only a couple hours left.

I looked down at my hands and wondered what I could do.  What did I have in my hands, in my life, to offer this man that would bring any comfort or change?

I could pray….Put my faith to work and hope there would be a change.  Healing for his father or at least comfort for him.

We were together only a minute, but as we rode the elevator, then walked together before we went our separate ways, I was intrigued by his mantra and the emotions behind it.

It made me think of who I am and what I believe is possible.  What I have to offer the world and whether or not I would actually offer it fully.  What is my mantra? What do I repeat?

I suppose I have added to my resume, “healer.” In a way that’s what I’ve always been, or tried to walk in.

The physical healings that I’ve been a part of just an outpouring or representation of the emotional healing and change I want to be a part of in peoples lives.

The purposes of a person’s heart are deep waters, but one who has insight draws them out.” I want to be that “one.”

There is healing in my hands.

Power, love and fire in my hands.

Relationships to build with my hands.

This is what I have to offer. What I lay down to take up and be a part of God’s story. 

I want my journey to be marked by the use of what’s in my hands.  I want to be comfortable with my abilities, but also the process of surrendering those things that I am comfortable with. 

There are many things I repeat in my head and many things I hear others repeat to themselves.  I wonder how my life would change if I repeated the truth about what I hold and what I’ve been told. 

If I was convinced about the burning in my hands and in my heart that brought healing to the lives of others.

If I walked in the authority of the truth. The surety of purpose and passion.

People say things all the time.  I want what I say and what I do to be a reflection of the truth that I believe and the reality of what I hold in my hands.