{"id":16,"date":"2011-05-23T22:47:36","date_gmt":"2011-05-23T22:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/one-church.net\/kathyaddis\/?p=16"},"modified":"2011-05-23T22:47:36","modified_gmt":"2011-05-23T22:47:36","slug":"big-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathyaddis.com\/?p=16","title":{"rendered":"Big Hands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love to drive. That is one thing I miss about living in the metroplex of Dallas\/Ft. Worth. I love to drive fast, weaving in and out of traffic. I love the challenge of getting to the merge lane before it&#8217;s too late. I don&#8217;t particularly miss sitting in traffic for hours at time, but seeing if I can get in the lane that is actually moving fast is quite a rush. <\/p>\n<p>Man, I miss that.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I should love to drive, I&#8217;ve done it since long before I was big enough to see over the dashboard. <\/p>\n<p>I remember one of the thrills of living in the country was it being my turn to sit on my daddy&#8217;s lap and &#8216;drive&#8217; down the 3 mile dirt road to his house from the highway. I realize I didn&#8217;t do much real driving for many of those years, but I fell in love with the idea of being in control of that machine. <\/p>\n<p>I would sit on dad&#8217;s lap and hold the wheel &#8220;10 &#038; 2&#8221; thinking I had it all under control. All the while my very wise father was secretly holding the bottom of the steering wheel. I was too busy concentrating on keeping my wheels in the ruts to even notice. That is until I would get distracted or jerk the wheel for any number of reasons. <\/p>\n<p>It was at that point I felt my dad&#8217;s big, weathered hand grab the wheel and most certainly take control.<\/p>\n<p>It was both comforting and scary to me. I would jump because just as I felt like I was getting out of line, he would rescue me and I immediately knew he would tell me in no uncertain terms what I did wrong. I was always thankful he was there and always frustrated with myself for messing up. <\/p>\n<p>I find that scenario played out so many times in my walk with my heavenly Daddy as well. Just when I think I have this life totally under control, I inevitably get distracted or  start to careen off the edge. It&#8217;s then I feel His big, loving hand get me back on track. <\/p>\n<p>Sometimes it is with a wild, unmistakable jerk. <\/p>\n<p>Sometimes it is a slow weave back, but I am always thankful He is there. <\/p>\n<p>He also has a knack for pointing out the reasons I was loosing it. And, yes, I am always frustrated with myself for messing up. Again.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose that is why my favorite verse, although I find it is difficult to have a real favorite since there are so many amazing ones to choose from, is Hebrews 13:5, specifically the second half of the verse:<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Let your conduct be without covetousness; be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, \u201cI will never leave you nor forsake you.\u201d&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>I do so love that my dad was there to keep me from doing something destructive behind the wheel of his old truck and I am so much more grateful for a heavenly Daddy who promises to never just sit by and let me do something destructive with this old life. He will never leave us or forsake us. <\/p>\n<p>What a promise.<\/p>\n<p>When you feel the jerk of the big, weathered hand of our Heavenly Father, let Him do what only He can do, keep our lives on the road.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love to drive. That is one thing I miss about living in the metroplex of Dallas\/Ft. Worth. I love to drive fast, weaving in and out of traffic. I love the challenge of getting to the merge lane before it&#8217;s too late. 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