All in Your Hands

All in Your Hands

It’s morning again. It happens a lot lately.

The sky is still stretching awake. Coffee is at my side. I exhale the grogginess of night and inhale the freshness of a new day.

And there it is. I read it. I say it out loud—because I need to remind my soul:

“It’s all in Your hands.”

My day.
My coming and going.
My family.
My finances.
My health.
The swirling thoughts.
The heavy what-ifs.
The nagging ache and wobbling of uncertainty.

All in Your hands.

Placing it there doesn’t mean I sit back with apathy or toss aside my calling or responsibility. No, trust isn’t laziness or shirking what is mine to do—it’s alignment.

It’s remembering I’m responsible for obedience, not outcomes.
I move, You direct.
I plant, You give increase.
I show up, You sustain.

Surrender isn’t weakness—it’s wisdom. And maybe… just maybe, in its purest form, it’s worship.

So today, I step out, I walk forward—not wringing my hands, but raising them.
Not clinging to control, but clinging to Christ.
Not stuck in “what ifs,” but steady in faith.

You are trustworthy. You are able. You are near.

I breathe again—three more times.
And I go.

Because it’s all in Your hands.

Prayer:
Lord… thank You that Your hands are big enough for everything I carry, strong enough for the heavy stuff, and gentle enough to hold me near. I release what I can’t control. I trust You with what I cannot yet see. Lead me this day—not in the frozenness of fear, but in fearlessness of faith. In the name of The One who placed His nail—pierced hands in Yours… Amen.

All in Your Hands
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