Leave It in God's Hands

I’ve had nights when the pain felt too heavy—waiting for answers that never seemed to come, crying out and hearing only silence.

I’d try harder, pray louder, fix it myself... until I wore out.

Then the Lord whispered, “Child, leave it with Me. I see every tear.”

I cling to you; your right hand upholds me. (Psalms 63:8 NIV)

If you're carrying burdens today—sickness, heartbreak, long waits God hears your quiet cries, and His hands are safer than ours.

Like a Car Running on the Wrong Fuel

C. S. Lewis said one time, "God made us to run on Him—like a car needs the right gas."

Try anything else (money, people, our own strength), and we sputter, break down, never find real peace.

When pain hits and answers delay, we panic: "Fix it now!"

But God? He waits—because rushing us isn't always kind.

Delays aren't denials. Often what's coming is better.

Think Joseph—betrayed, enslaved, forgotten in prison. Felt like God vanished.

But years later: "You meant evil... but God meant it for good" (Genesis 50:20).

Or Jesus with Lazarus—delayed on purpose, then raised him to show greater glory.

God's timing? Perfect. Higher thoughts than ours (Isaiah 55:8-9).

Remember: No means something better's coming.
Let hard times build patience—and hope that doesn't disappoint (Romans 5:3-5).
Trust His schedule (Abraham waited till old age—Isaac arrived right on time).
Trade worry for prayer—peace guards your heart (Philippians 4:6-7).
Rest in His control—His plans stand forever (Proverbs 19:21).