When Sue and I go for our walk around our neighborhood, we most often will hold hands (until they get too sweaty). We interlock our fingers, leveraging the sense of touch as a reminder of our closeness. We go palm to palm as a silent way of saying that each of us is happy to be with the other. We give each other a little squeeze as a reminder that we are one and, as much as lies within us, we will not be separated. Yeah, there’s something about holding hands with the one you love. So check out the words of Almighty God . . .

“For I, the LORD your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, ‘Fear not, I am the one who helps you.’ ” (Isaiah 41:13)

I know the context is not that of a lover’s stroll down the street . . . but the thought of God, “the LORD your God”, holding my right hand just blows me away.

Leading up to this promise has been a magnificent summary of the greatness of God. Isaiah 40 cries out, “Behold your God!” (40:9). Behold the One who holds the waters of the earth in the hollow of His hand . . . the One who stretches that same hand out and the span of it marks of the heavens I can scarcely take in at night (40:12). It is He who sits in the overarching balcony which hovers over the earth (40:22). “The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth” (40:28).

“To whom will you liken God?” asks the prophet (40:18). “To whom then will you compare Me?” says the Holy One (40:25). No one! Nothing! Final answer!

My God is a great God . . . a great big God . . . and a great and awesome God! And my God says, “Fear not . . . I’m the one who helps you . . . I will hold your right hand.” Unreal!

Oh to think that God would graciously seek to draw so near. That He would, as it were, interlock His great big God fingers within my puny hand and walk beside me through the flames. That not only has the curtain been torn down so that I might enter into the presence of the Holy, Holy, Holy God, but that I might go palm to palm with Him as His adopted child . . . having my hand enveloped within the hand of the One I know as Abba Father. To feel the squeeze through the inner voice of the Spirit of God . . . infusing power . . . giving strength . . . providing encouragement . . . renewing the inner man . . . gifting a steadfastness, though the world around seems to be on pretty shaky ground.

How great is My God? Pretty! How comforting is it to know the touch of His hand? . . . to know He will take my right hand within His? . . . and lead as He walks side by side? . . . Very!

Yeah, there’s something about holding hands with the One you love . . . with the One who has loved You, and loved you to the end (John 13:1).

Let’s go for a walk . . .