A Fork in the Hand of an Almighty God

I am struck sometimes by God’s work when I lay down the claim I have staked on it, and it is in these times that I like to think of myself as a fork in the hand of an almighty God.

There are some moments, some days, when I believe the word of God to be true. Now if you were to ask me at any given point in time if I thought it to be true I might not even let you finish your question before responding with an unthinking “Yes.” But if you examined my life and my heart, would the answer come so quickly? So when I say that I believed the word of God to be true in those moments, in those days, I mean to say that in them, I let God be God.

In those moments and in those days, I remember I am the fork. I am the utensil. I exist for His purposes. I breathe and I speak and I move for HIS glory. Ultimately, it is HIS will to be done. Yes, I am a servant. My stepbrother has often condemned me as a slave. And I cannot help but smile. He flatters me for he sees me positioned higher than I would ever assert myself. I don’t count myself worthy of that title. 

When I rest confidently in this identity, I find freedom. I need no agenda for I am sent on my father’s business. Be it broccoli, brussel sprouts or the like, I can be content to serve my God. And if he sets before me apple pie, I can delight in it just the same. As an instrument for His kingdom, my satisfaction is found being held in the hand of my God.

Knowing this, I am confident that I cannot go anywhere alone. As a fork cannot stab a pile of pancakes without the force of a hand and an arm and a purposeful diner, neither can I move without he propulsion of my God.

If He were to finish with me, I would simply lose my purpose, my worth, and my function. I would become decorative, a collector’s item perhaps.  One in whom people take pride in for mere appearance. I praise my God for He alone is faithful. Even when I am faithless, he remains faithful for he cannot deny himself. What is more, no one can snatch me from the hand that holds me. I belong to my God. I have eternal purpose, eternal relationship with the God of the universe.

And I find that each time I begin to tremble in fear or in worry I am stilled instantly by a squeeze of the eternal hand that engulfs me and we go back to work together.