April 18, 2026 Written on His Palm
There’s something set deep down in us … a steady, sacred pull toward Father God.
Like breathing.
You and I don’t debate the next breath.
We take it … or we don’t.
Following Christ feels even fuller … weightier … a whisper that widens into forever. Not just life for the body … but life for the spirit.
And when we call out – really call …
something shifts.
A breaking.
A bursting.
A holy rushing through the hardest walls of our heart.
Suddenly, it’s not distant.
God responds- He feels so close.
Bone-deep knowing.
Cheek-to-cheek closeness.
A togetherness that tenderly tethers us to Him.
He isn’t guessing how to save.
He knows.
He knows you and me.
He holds us.
He has never misplaced your name.
“See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.” Isaiah 49:16 NLT
And that means … you are seen.
You are sealed.
You are His.
Is His name written into your palm, too?
In His Love and Light,
Angie