Nothing could be more beautiful. Just think of a man hid in the cleft of the rock with the hand of God over him, and the dazzling glory of God's presence passing by.
One day while talking to the Lord about being hid away in the hollow of His hand, I asked the Lord what it meant to be kept in the hollow of His hand, and this beautiful thought came into my mind. I feel that it was ordered of the Lord. He had me take a clean handkerchief out of my pocket and fold it up in my hands and cover it over until you couldn't see the handkerchief at all. Then the Lord showed me, as I would have a hard test and be peeled and scaled and blistered by the devil, the Lord would have me raise up my hand, and He would say, "There is no mud on it yet." But finally it seemed that the mud was getting mighty close, and it seemed that the mud was even thrown all over my hands. It seemed that I was right on the very brink of darkness. Many things were published in a certain journal -- I was branded as a traitor and a liar and hypocrite and adulterer and scoundrel and so many things by one paper that was published in the United States.
But one day while the mud was flying the thickest the Lord seemed to just raise up His hand and look in at me and say, "My boy, there is no mud on you yet." "Lord, don't you see the mud flying?" and the Lord said, "Yes, but it hasn't touched you, and the mud was all thrown on My hand." And I said, "Glory be to God, if that is what it means to be kept in the hollow of Thy hand, I will never again fear the black hand of the devil, and no abuse or misrepresentation will ever again cause me to even feel sad or feel that I have been injured in any way." And from that hour I have been perfectly willing to be kept in the hollow of God's hand. Bless His name!
Robinson, Reuben A. (Bud). The Collected Works of 'Uncle Bud' Robinson (Kindle Locations 3239-3258). Jawbone Digital. Kindle Edition.