Monday’s Message: Palms Up

A thief caught red-handed.
A child of God in the middle of praise and worship.
Do these two things have anything in common?
When the authorities catch someone who has broken the law, the first command they are given is “PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
When I’m in the midst of God’s presence, my hands are also up.  Not because God has commanded me to, but because I love Him so.  I want nothing more than to love on Jesus and  surrender my heart and mind over to Him in that moment.
For as long as I can remember I have loved having control of situations.  Not so I can rule over people like a tyrant, but because feeling like I was l in control gave me a comfort.
A peace.
Very funny right?
Clench your fists as hard as you can.
What is getting into them?
Probably not a lot of anything.
Now imagine your sweet little face and your sweet hands clenched up like a ball.
You open your eyes to see Jesus standing in front of you.
He has something amazing that He wants to give you.
But He can’t.
You may be thinking, “Jill, don’t be ridiculous!  God can do anything!”
Yes and no.
Remember…He is a gentleman, He is not going to force Himself on you.
He will only give us what we will let Him.
I think back over the years of situations that I *thought* I had control over.
I’m also saddened at the opportunities that I missed because I wanted to do things my way, because my way was the best way.
Looking back, I am certain that there are many situations that God would have made straight for me…had I only relinquished control to Him.
My little Ellie is such a pistol.  And of course, she’s cute so naturally she could get away with just about anything.
She and Phoebe paired up are just like Thelma and Louise and they love nothing more than to break into my jewelry cabinet.
Sometimes she’ll have something in her hands, my class ring, a necklace, something that she’s not supposed to have mind you.
I’ll give her “the mom look,” shoot my hand out in front of her face and say, “Ellie Abigail.  Give that to mommy, right now.”
Her little hands are like the jaws of a rabid dog.
She has all 32 pounds of her forcing that fist to do nothing but stay shut.
It’s quite a sight to see me trying to pry back these tiny fingers that are wrapped around something she shouldn’t have.
Unfortunately, I am not the Holy Spirit, therefore I am not a gentleman.
So give me muh stuff, little nugget.
You may be sitting here thinking of the spouse you are trying to control, or the financial situation, or the test results, or the child, or the coworker or the situation that frustrates you SO BADLY.
Have you considered letting it or them go?
Have you tried opening up your hands in full surrender to the One who created it all?
And see what He can do with it.
I think you will be most surprised.

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Dear Lord, 
Thank you so much Father for being the giver of all good gifts.  Thank you for loving us so much that you gave us your precious Son.  Lord speak to our hearts this week concerning areas you want us to relinquish control over.  Reveal to us things that we are choking the life out of, help us to release those fears and anxieties over to you, and help us receive all that You have for us.  Lord may we fully understand that our palms open to You is not only an act of surrender to You and Your perfect will, but it’s an invitation for You to move in our life.  We are forever grateful that you love us so lavishly.  Lord, I pray that these beautiful ladies who are reading today, live each day surrendered to You with open and empty hands ready to be filled by the King.

In Jesus name

I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.

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