The Father’s Hands

My father was an amazing man.  That’s how I remember him.  I remember when he’d take us out for soda at Uncle Sam’s joint (no relation) back in the day.  I remember bowling green in Parklands. Is it still there? Near City Park I think.  I remember tandoori chicken at some joint in Parklands too. He must have been a foodie, come to think of it.  I must have gotten it from somewhere! I remember his hands. Strong,  firm,  with roughish palms,  a result of peeling. As he held my little ones teaching me everytime we met, how to cross the road. *sigh πŸ™‚
He died,  my old man.  Ages ago.  Almost 16 now. I was young then.  Didn’t understand much. 

I didn’t even cry when my mum broke the news to Kris n I. Then it began to eat into me. . . All throughout adolescence.  In highschool as everyone flung loosely tales of their super-hero dads, because that’s what we all see them as regardless of whether or not they pay attention to you,  I had none.  I felt like I needed to make up excuses for his absence, forget that he was absent by death.  My mom, bless her soul, had stepped in to fill that void.  Super woman this one.  She was everywhere for Kris n I.  She was everything too. . . And without complaining.  Always reminding us that we were now the King’s concern.  That God was our Father,  and her Champion.  [Psalm 68:5].That things were good for us, because we love God [Rom 8:28]. That we were in His hands. His business. And I wanted to believe her.  I really did.  10years. I went through life.  10years. Then one day,  at The Encounter weekend (a program of DCIK-Z),  I let it all out in God’s presence.  I mourned my dad for the first time, ten years later, in 2010. I let go.  I allowed myself to believe God… And mum.  And trust His hands.  Or begin to, anyway.

And the healing process began.  The tearing down of walls I’d set up as defence mechanism. The formatting of all the lies of the devil.  The renewal in the spirit of my mind.  I’m still God’s student,  and oh how deeply I love it. 

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About a month ago,give or take a few  Rev. Geoffrey Mwithi travelled to India. Rev, truly is my father.  I never asked him to be, initially.  God just put him in my path.  His 1st son is my boysest.  😂. (It’s not a word, but I’m a creative, so now it is.  Go on ahead and explore more words, like boyser, its comparative. 😂) So being around him, made me a regular sight around Rev.  He didn’t know much about me then. . . But it didn’t matter.  He stepped right in.  As a Father would. From calling me in for that probe,  to calling me on phone just to tell me “Mwash,  you can do it”. In my head I’m like,  “I’m just about to have my dinner,  dad. I can do this?” hehe.  But I knew what he meant.  I’d get into details,  but zee word count. 😩.
So,  he is perfectly healthy.  He was there on sonship assignment.  But on the last Sunday before his return the following week,  he collapsed and went into a coma. 
When my boysest called me about dad that Sunday evening,  I was confused.  It was like a joke. I fumbled, but with my words.  I never fumble.  Atleast not with words. 
I remember saying to Hush,  ” It’s a good thing it happened while he was in India,  right? I mean, isn’t that the world’s medical capital? So he’s in the right place.  In the right hands. ” 
Only,  there was no peace in me as I said that. 
One peaceless week later,  I’m praying about it all and God’s sharp correction comes in.

” He’s in The right hands“?  He asks. 
“Have you met them? The doctors in India. Have you? Do you know them? How,  pray tell,  did you conclude they’re the right hands? I mean,  they could be back door entrants into the medical field with nary experience! ”

And God went on and on.  And I broke down. I too was shocked at my lack of faith.  (Hello Faith 😘)

” If you’re gonna trust me,  it’s got to show in your words.  And your secret meditation too. I’m watching! ”

So I met up with boysest soon after.  And undid that thought.  And set it right.  He’s in THE right hands.  The hands that send forth instruction.  That point in the direction of life, saying this is the way,  walk ye in it[Isa 30:21].  The hands that wound, and bind up. That smite, but also heal[Job 5:21]. Those hands. God’s hands.
That to mean,  that it didn’t matter really whether it had happened in Kenya,  or in the Kalahari,  or in Aitong, of the Mara, or in Kalampton, of Nyahururu. It didn’t. Because no hands quite match up to The King’s hands.  Nothing even comes close. 

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📷 Moyan Brenn - Hand

And this peace flooded my soul.  And I set myself on gear praise. . . And that’s what has been taking up all of my time lately.  💃. Dad isn’t back home yet.  But there’s tremendous, miraculous progress. His recovery is winning souls already! Because in this pain was a plan,  orchestrated by God’s own hand.
His sovereign, commanding hand that everything falls under.  His loving, gentle hand, that all things are subject to. That all things cannot resist. 

To think that everything in life,  the highs, lows and in between is subject to God’s own hand.  That he is supreme and over it.  That it doesn’t matter how bad the situation is,  it is a toothless bulldog.  It has no will of it’s own.  It cannot destroy you.

The Lord says, “I will give you back what you lost to the swarming locusts, the hopping locusts, the stripping locusts, and the cutting locusts. It was I who sent this great destroying army against you. [Joel 2:25 NLT]

It is God that sent it! He’s in charge of it all.  Rest child! Rest! It cannot invade what God’s hand hasn’t allowed.  It is not sufficient in itself.  It is receiving instruction too! Whatever it is.  The story has you victorious in the end. I mean doesn’t Jer 29:11 say it? There is yet a future for you. And a bright hope.  And a glorious latter. 

Quit complaining.  Over that loss.  Over that pain and suffering. Over that heartache. Over everything that has/is going wrong. Quit it.  The worry is not worth it.  That pity party is not for you. You’re not invited,  child of God. You’re crashing. You know your God. [Dan 11:32]. Obey His Word.  Be strong! Exploits await! 

He sent it.  For your own good.  He’s your Father. Trust His plan.  You shall come out with great substance. He’s your champion. Trust His strength.  His name is God Almighty. 
Trust His Hand.

38 Comments

  1. I am absolutely guilty for using that line. For giving too much praise to the doctors in India and thus failing to acknowledge that the safest place he could be is not in the hands of the best doctors in the world but in THE right hands.sobering up

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  2. God is a good good father. There’s a song that says ” He is God in the mountains and God in the valley, God in the daytime and God through the night” and as a father it is important to realize that God is prepared for all the possibilities, all the drama that life brings on. He saw it coming. Bible says he sees the end from the beginning.
    The essence of sonship in relation to God is understanding that he has you, every second of every minute of every day of every month of every year of the rest of your life, he is truly prepared for you. Thank you Brian for that.

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  3. mmmmmmmhhhh right timing mwashy right timing….I have been going through a lot of late and you just reminded me am in the right hands how great is that ….!huh ….totally amazing..rev is Jehovah Raphas hands the right hands …ubarikiwe sana….

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  4. How often do we look at our situation and just feel Faithless… Experience sleepless nights and then it eventually hits us(The devil is a liar).. I have a Father and with Him nothing is too difficult, He tells me not to be afraid, He’s got me with His righteous right hand, He assures me of provision, healing etc.. Then you go like… What was I even stressing and worrying about? In His arms you find rest, peace, joy… name it. This is a wonderful piece (As always) Mwashi. You are blessed. Rev is coming home and he is coming back with a testimony. I can’t wait.

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  5. There is this song my 6 year old son likes to sing, ‘Why worry when you can pray, trust in Jesus, He knows the way…..’
    Let us fully rest on God’s promises and cease from worrying. It is all well to the glory of God. Rev will be back sooner. Hallelujah!

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  6. This is amazing, remember the song by hillsong? …when the oceans rise and thunders roars I will sow in you above the storm father you’re king over the floods ,I’LL BE STILL AND KNOW YOU’RE GOD.
    I love it when mwashi says He allowed it ,He controls, it’s not sufficient on its own therefore exeeced its assignment .its there with a purpose and for a period and when it’s over there child of God you get out strong. You can never have a chance to be at the potter’s hand and remain the same.
    πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ mwashi I love it God bless

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  7. Wow! Thanks Mwashy, THE hands.
    That was a lesson I learnt the hard way when I had a very close person on hospital for 3yrs and when transferring to India I thought that was the best place to be. God can rebuke rebuke one very hard and when I realised who is the healing I took rest. For the first time in 3yrs I had entered really rest.
    The Alpha and Omega.
    Can’t give more than you can handle.

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  8. Well said Mwashy…Hands are for helping, holding, embracing, moulding, carrying, cleaning, feeding and the list is endless,,, and there is security in knowing that Rev. is in God’s hands and so are we. Great piece!

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  9. Well,it is August and am reading this article,seems late huh…am still on time though…lol,Father’s hands,safe and secure from all alarm.Quite heart warming to know that whatever it is we are going through He’s gotten us covered.Thanks sir for this gift of writing,you teach us alot through it, bringing to us the knowledge of our king and dad.

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  10. Wow, father’s safe hands, Brian, you are such a blessing. I thank God for you. In as much you are younger than me (that i know coz am married and you are not), I always look up to you and say, that’s a blessed gentleman. It was such a blessing hear you preach last Sunday. And finally, to just one confession, there is no one who sings better than you, but, I would always feel like not blessed enough when you are not the one leading the choir, until one day I told myself, I should concentrate on the worship not who is leading!!! (But that doesn’t make me, and my daughter, look forward to you leading the praise team)

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