We Are the Sheep of His Hand ~ Psalm 95

A Painting Description

"The Sheep of His Hand" Original Acrylic Painting by Matilda Wentzel

As always you are free to interpret this piece however you choose or are led to understand it.
These are simply my own thoughts which I feel inspired to share.
My own interpretations change as I revisit with pieces as time goes on, but these are my initial thoughts at the time of creation.

Here in this safe pasture above all the canyons of fear we have all we need, water, shade, and the greenest grass! Like a gentle lamb we surrender our life over to the supernatural protection and provision. We take the time to visit our own pasture within!

This piece was inspired by Psalm 95 (listed below)
I love this passage in that it is a beautiful picture and analogy of the care we receive from the Divine’s Loving attention.

The Source of Life has includes both genders, yet I love the picture of it being masculine (I’d say this hand looks masculine) because usually women are seen to be the caregivers yet men's hands are typically stronger, perfect for warding off any physical dangers. Either way it is almost like a unity of masculine and feminine in one.

Take your own interpretation of this painting and this passage through contemplation!

Psalm 95
1 Oh come, let us sing to the Lord;
    let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!
2 Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving;
    let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!
3 For the Lord is a great God,
    and a great King above all gods.
4 In his hand are the depths of the earth;
    the heights of the mountains are his also.
5 The sea is his, for he made it,
    and his hands formed the dry land.

6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down;
    let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
For he is our God,
    and we are the people of his pasture,
    and the sheep of his hand.

Today, if you hear his voice,
8     do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
    as on the day at Massah in the wilderness,
9 when your fathers put me to the test
    and put me to the proof, though they had seen my work.
10 For forty years I loathed that generation
    and said, “They are a people who go astray in their heart,
    and they have not known my ways.”
11 Therefore I swore in my wrath,
    “They shall not enter my rest.”

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