Out of My Hands


“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. (Isaiah 55:8)

Lately I’ve been struggling with the fact that in about two weeks I’ll be left behind to fend for myself while my family heads off to a different continent.  Part of me understands that this is just a segment of God’s grand plan for my life, yet another part stays fearful of emptiness and isolation.  Yet no matter how many hours I spend ruminating over the idea of separation, there’s absolutely nothing I can do to keep it from coming to pass.

Sometimes we just have to keep holding on to the truth, that wherever we are is where God wants us.  Wherever we are is where we can serve Him best.  And wherever we are is where we are supposed to be.  We are but microscopic dots in the fabric of the seemingly unending universe, but the Lord cares for us the most.  One must not be senseless enough to resort to restless worry when there is the option of prayer, and of faith.

I often remind myself all these things, and keep thinking that someday, when He is through with me here where I am, God will reunite me with my family.  And on that day, I will have been the person He intended me to be at that very moment.  In the meantime, I just have to get through this one step at a time.

2 Replies to “Out of My Hands”

  1. This sounds like a really tough transition. I’ll be keeping you in my prayers. I hope that everything goes as smoothly as it can. I’ve had experiencing moving to another continent and leaving my family behind. It can be really tough.

    1. Thank you. I really appreciate it.

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