the palm of His hand


I heard a song today that brought back memories of a song that I heard and sang quite a bit. As a young child,  I can remember hearing:

“He’s got the whole world in His hands…

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

He’s got the whole world in His hands

He’s got the whole world in His hands.”




I can remember being a  young kid visually picturing a huge globe with hands reaching down…only hands, mind you..No, body, no head, no personality…just long arms and hands holding a globe.

I’m thinking the song was supposed to be comforting but I can remember as a child feeling a bit detached from what it was saying. It was catchy….easy to learn, repeated the words again and again and true and I could belt it out with all the confidence of a 6 year old kid in the backyard.

And I believe it. I believe the whole world is in His hands…not just the world…the galaxies and beyond and beyond and beyond what anyone can even begin to comprehend. I’m thinking man’s comprehension of the “WoRLd” is like one star in a bright sky, one drop  in a bucket, one grain of sand on the ocean’s shore.  I think what we understand, is what God has revealed, a gift of sorts. But there are no words to describe how much we don’t get or know. I’m thinking the more we know, the more we realize how little we know or get of the world ‘out there’. The “World” is a pretty weighty term…and yeah, it’s comforting to think that there’s a God who holds it…who has things in his hands, in his control. But sometimes that feels really way out.


But what about the world ‘in here’? Inasmuch as the galaxies and the incomprehensible ‘infinity and beyond’ (yes, I love Buzz Lightyear) are so beyond my understanding, well, there are depths and black holes and things that I will absolutely never understand—not beyond and out there, but within me and my own heart and mind. ❤  No matter how self aware we—no, not we, ME…No matter how self aware IIIII  may try to be, I believe there are depths to each of us…to me… that we (IIIIII)  just can’t figure out. Nope. We are quite complex, we humans of this whole earth that is held in his hands.

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Maybe that’s why the song I heard today reached to the depth of this heart that I so don’t understand sometimes. This song encouraged me in a big way. It talks about how we …no, not ‘we’… me, I… I am in the palm of His hand. I am in the palm of His hand–not detached arms holding out a globe where I am but a speck. No, I am in the palm of His hand.  Held. Cared for. Understood. Owned not like a possession or trophy, but like a daughter of His, a creation, a being created as a unique living breathing reflection of His grace. Created for that at least.


What a beautiful visual. What a beautiful truth. Am choosing to think on that tonight.

In the Palm of His Hand ~


p.s.  Am thinking you are too…in the palm of His hand, that is.

“Even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.” Psalm 139:10

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