I came home from a prayer meeting with my heart so full. Tonight, my friend Lindsey—without even knowing it—gave me a word from God. It was exactly what I needed to hear, a perfect answer to what I had been praying about earlier. There were two things weighing heavily on my heart, and that was one of them. And then, the worship team sang into the other.
But when I got home, got ready for bed, and sat down in my bedroom, I felt God whisper, “Come touch my hands.” It seemed strange at first, because we know we can't physically touch God. But there was something in me that knew I needed to obey. So I got up, walked to my prayer room, and shut the door behind me. And there it was—on the wall, as it always is—a photo of the hands of Jesus and the hem of His garment.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against the image. In that moment, peace flooded my soul. It wasn’t just a simple prayer or a quiet moment. It was overwhelming. I’ve prayed by that picture so many times. I’ve touched it countless times before. But this time? This time was different. This time, I felt a chill run down my spine. This time, I caught a glimpse of Jesus in His truest form—as protector, as provider, with those same gentle hands. It was in that moment of simple surrender to God's interruption and allowing Him to move that I felt true power. Power that only comes from God.
God always has something to show us if we take the time to look. He always has something to tell us if we take the time to listen. There’s no question about that. So open your eyes, open your ears. You never know when He’ll use you to speak into someone else’s life, or when He’ll speak directly to your heart. You never know when everything will change. You never know when the familiar picture on your wall will come alive and transform your spirit. You just never know.
And that's the beauty of it.
