Whole World

I grew up in the church. I went to Sunday School. I sang in the youth choir. I memorized my Easter speeches. I sang, "He's got the whole world in his hands" loud, so everyone could hear. I remember thinking, "how big are God's hands?" I never remember having any doubt about who God was or if he existed. I just wanted to know more about his size. It was hard for me to imagine anyone being that big. Sometimes, I wish I could go back before I knew fear and doubt. I wish I could turn off my intellect. I wish I could go back to when I believed in this big God. I still do believe in this big God, but my actions don't always match my faith. I still do believe that He is in control, but my actions don't always show my surrender. I still do believe that my life and times are in his hands, but sometimes I forget how big his hands really are. They are big enough to hold the whole world, me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin too!