He’s Holding My Hand ~ Isaiah 41:13

For anyone reading this post who doesn’t know me very well, I should share some background info first.  On June 13, I had wrist reconstruction surgery, along with carpal tunnel release. It’s been a long and painful recovery process, one I didn’t fully anticipate as I have never dealt with any health issues prior to this. Being without the full use of my right hand for almost three months has been exhausting, frustrating, and yes, even fear-inducing!  There were and still are some unkowns about how “normal” my hand will (n)ever be. By the way, I’m a pianist who loves to accompany for worship, choirs, soloists, instrumentalists, weddings, and funerals. It’s been my primary occupation for over 30 years.  At this point, I can’t play like I used to. Perhaps this skill will return but meanwhile, I struggle.

That explains some of the long absences in the blogging department. I am, however, typing this with both hands (even though I should have my brace on….)!  Maybe it was pain meds, maybe fatigue, maybe stubborn disobedience, maybe the enemy, who knows what else kept me from pursuing this writing endeavor.  But I have had more time to read and ponder, especially books like “Unleashing the Writer Within,” by Cecil Murphey and “You Are a Writer,” by Jeff Goins. Magazines like Writer’s Digest and Poets and Writers have encouraged and inspired me.  But reading about something is soooo much easier than actually doing it! Do I hear an Amen? 🙂

Then yesterday I read a recent blog post written by Ann Voskamp about fear and in the comments were the words to this verse from Isaiah. Tears filled my eyes as I realized they were from God Himself. “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.”

My right hand? The discolored one with incision scars on both top and bottom, the one that still aches and requires daily pain meds, the one that won’t work like it used to?  Yes, that one, is what I heard Him say. Fear not.

Last weekend, my husband and I walked along the beach. He tried to hold my right hand for a little while, but eventually I switched sides so he could hold my left hand instead.  I have probably been doing this with my Father God, too. I haven’t really let Him hold me and my hurts like I should. Isn’t it so much easier to avoid the things that hurt and try to compensate in our own independent ways?  I have complained far too often, instead of giving Him my hand to hold.

I’m pretty sure I will need more reminders, but rereading this verse will keep me going. Along with my physical hand, I will “hand over” my future, too. Whatever happens, His Word is clear and comforting, “Do not fear; I will help you.”

What are you going through today, dear reader? Whatever it is, let our Father hold your hand and help you.