THE MASTER'S HAND
My Shepherd dog is terrified of thunderstorms. During a deafening performance by Mother Nature, she whimpered and scratched at the back door until I let her in. Even while with me in our darkened bedroom, she moved restlessly as the storm raged. Then, I sensed her at my bedside; I laid my hand on her large head and spoke quietly to her. Soon, she grew calm, lay down and went to sleep.
In our own dark hours when worry and fear try to panic us, the Father is there in the dark with us. When we come to Him, He lays His loving hand of reassurance on us. Then we rest.
The touch of the Master's hand. It changes things.
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