Dusk Til Dawn…
- Mary Lowrey
- Sep 3
- 2 min read
My grandson has always been a snuggler. Even now, he wants me to face him when he sleeps. When he was little, he wanted my arm around him or on his back. Touch was important. My family growing up wasn’t affectionate. The abuse I encountered didn’t lend to a family who hugged or even verbally showed love. My husband and I have always been open and outgoing with our boys, each other, and our grandson.
Just as my grandson desires touch from us, we desire God’s touch. One of my favorite songs is called, “He touched Me”. This verse says it all.
“Shackled by a heavy burden.
'Neath a load of guilt and shame.
Then the hand of Jesus touched me
And now I am no longer the same
He touched me, oh, He touched me
And oh, the joy that floods my soul
Something happened, and now I know
He touched me, and made me whole
The Bible describes many instances in which our Lord touched people with his healing grace. There are places described where some have touched Christ. For example, the woman who touched His hem, Luke 8:47. Mary touched Jesus’ feet with her hair, John 12. Jesus washes His disciples feet, John 13.
There is just something humbling about the knowledge that Jesus has reached his hand down and lifted me up. He holds me in His hands and doesn’t let me go. He loves me. Isaiah 41:13, “For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” Psalm 73:23, “Yet I still belong to you; you hold my right hand"
But this verse is the most precious. John 10:28, “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.”. Jesus will never let me go. He will always love me. He will always hold me close. I am so grateful for the touch of the Master’s hand.
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