Open...

I keep looking at the picture of open hands....open.  This is a humbled posture, there are no defenses to open hands.  This allows things to be given and things to be received.  It shows a meekness, but also strength as it receives.  Open hands are trust.  Complete and pure.  Expecting nothing but ready for everything that might come.  They hide nothing, whatever bruises and scars are visible to all and it also opens itself up to be wounded...two Hands took that posture so long ago...just for me, just for you.  My verse today soaked to my very core. This is me, this Lord, thank You for putting words to my hearts cry. Thankful.

Psalm 51:7-15 The Message

^7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,
scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don’t look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don’t throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I’ll let loose with your praise.