May the road rise to meet you, and the wind be always at your back;
the sunshine warm on your face,
the rain soft upon your fields
and until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
This is a familiar Irish toast, but consider its scriptural basis.
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. (Isaiah 49:16a, NIV)
To engrave is to carve, inscribe, cut into, chisel, score, etch, imprint, impress, print, or mark. God did this with your name and mine. He didn’t do an ink drawing or a tattoo. No. Instead, he engraved us on the palm of his hands. Remember the crucifixion?
It was about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last. (From Luke 23:44-46, NIV)