The touch of His hand

In her book A Slow and Certain Light, Elisabeth Elliott wrote, “When I lived in the forest of Ecuador, I usually traveled on foot…Trails often led through streams and rivers which we had to wade, but sometimes there was a log high above the water which we had to cross. I dreaded those logs and was always tempted to take the steep, hard way down into the ravine and up the other side. But the Indians would say, ‘Just walk across, senorita,’ and over they would go, light-footed and confident. I was barefoot as they were, but it was not enough. On the log, I couldn’t keep from looking down at the river below. I feared I would slip. I had never been any good at balancing myself…so my guide would stretch out a hand, and the touch of it was all I needed. I stopped worrying about slipping. I stopped looking down at the river or even the log and looked at the guide, who held my hand with only the slightest touch. When I reached the other side, I realized that if I had slipped, he would have held me. His being there, and his touch, were all I needed.” That’s all you need too – to experience God’s presence and feel His touch. Daniel wrote, “The one having the likeness of a man touched me and strengthened me. And he said…‘Beloved, fear not! Peace be to you; be strong, yes, be strong!’ So when he spoke to me I was strengthened, and said, ‘Let my lord speak, for you have strengthened me’” (vv. 18-19 NKJV).