The Shadow of His Hand
“In the shadow of his hand he hid me; he made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in his quiver.”
It was a cry of my heart—a plea. Only the Lord knew. And the cry went unanswered—for a season. While He hid me in His quiver—while He polished me as a stone, until I had yielded—till my greatest desire was to show the Lord my love—despite unanswered prayer.
In the midst of my despair, in darkness where tears fell on Father’s lap, He gave me a Word. This unleashed Word enlightened my soul leaping from the pages of my Bible into my heart.
“I am my Beloved’s. His desire is toward me….let us go forth into the field…
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish… there will I give thee my loves … and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my Beloved.”
Song of Solomon 7:10-13
And He did. There was not even the slightest inclination to cry but only to lift my hands and rejoice. I rejoiced for the privilege to honor and love Him above all. He lifted me to the heavenlies and nothing else mattered! A waterfall of joy poured over my soul. How great was my desire to bring my Beloved the fruit of my love, adoration and complete trust in His goodness—despite unanswered prayer.
Even now, memory of that precious moment brings me to tears. Did the Lord ever open the door I had been knocking on? Oh, yes, it wasn’t too long before I held my dream in my arms!
Beloved, daughter, I tell you today you have a Savior whose desire is toward—you! You have a Father who sent His finest and best that you may be His. From you He withholds nothing but draws you close into His bosom, whispers your name and calls you Beloved. Lift up your voice, darling of the Lord. Exalt His name more than wine. Sing songs of love in the midst of the dessert. And your Savior will meet you. He will lift you above this earth and into His presence. Nothing else will matter—nothing!