Wounded Hands

Leave it all in the hands that were wounded for you.

—Elisabeth Elliot

Let this sink in a minute. His hands were wounded for you. He suffered pain, shame, defamation, agonies we cannot imagine—for you and me. If I find it so easy to trust Him to save my soul, why do I find it so hard to trust Him from day to day?

Elisabeth Elliot’s writing has greatly influenced my life, even as a grown married woman. I truly wish someone had introduced me to her works when I was a teenager, but I am learning that it is never too late to incorporate the principles she teaches: namely, that passion is not sinful and purity is not prudish. Nor are they mutually exclusive. You can have both.

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