Held in His Hands

Father, some days it feels like the weight of the world is pressing in from every side, and my heart is barely holding together under the strain. You say everything is going to be alright, yet the shadows of my circumstances whisper that I won’t last through the night. My strength is thin, my hope trembles, and I can’t see the road ahead. My husband’s battles feel like my battles, too, and the constant watchfulness over him—wondering if the next moment might bring another seizure or another wave of darkness—leaves me feeling worn and fragile. The days blur together sometimes, the heaviness settling in like an unwelcome guest who refuses to leave.

Still, I cling to what You’ve promised. Everything will be alright, because the whole world is in Your hands—my world, too. I reach for Your word to hold me now, to steady me when the storm rages louder than my own voice. I need You to pull me through. I need a miracle, a breakthrough—because I cannot carry this weight alone. They say You hold the whole universe in Your hand, yet here I am, with my own small world crumbling like it’s made of sand, wondering if I’m small enough to slip through the cracks. Do You see me here, in the middle of my mess? Do You hear my whispered prayers in the quiet hours when the rest of the world sleeps?

Father, I hand You my broken pieces, trusting You will fit them back together in a way only You can. My life may not look the way it once did, but I believe You can shape something beautiful even from the shards. Give me the faith to believe You are on my side, even when fear tries to convince me otherwise. On the hardest days, remind me that You’ve carried me through before, and You will do it again. In the darkness and the trials, You have been faithful and true, even when I’ve questioned how the pieces could possibly fit together.

Open my eyes to see You in the small mercies—the unexpected kindness of a friend, the sound of laughter breaking through a tense moment, the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window. Teach me to notice the evidence of Your presence even when the noise of life tries to drown it out. And when the road feels too long, let the past remind me You never fail. Every tear I’ve cried, every prayer I’ve breathed in desperation, has been seen and heard by You. You are not a God who abandons; You are the One who steps into the storm and speaks peace.

So, Father, when my heart is unsteady and my soul is shaking under the weight of uncertainty, speak to me again the words that have carried me before: “It is well.” Not because the circumstances have changed yet, but because You are still here. You are still faithful. You are still God. And that is enough for me to take one more step, one more breath, one more moment trusting that You will carry me through.