Your hand fits in mine Just thought I'd share a thought...   Have you ever had the privilege of holding your grandchild’s hand in yours?   Or perhaps you can recall holding the hand of someone you truly loved in yours?   It doesn't matter how tired and worn those hands look or feel, when that hand is resting in yours it feels so comfortable. It’s a perfect fit. It’s like they were made for each other.   Can you recall those warm feelings?     Our relationship with God is like that. He holds us in the palm of his hand so warmly and reassuringly,.... It's like it’s where it belongs - ISA 41:10      Your palm in my palm, your hand in my hand.   God holds our hand every morning when we wake up.   We live in a beautiful part of town.   Every morning, bright and early the Kookaburras give their morning call.   I go outside and watch the Kangaroos in the top paddock. I lo...