It's Out of Your Hands

I woke up suddenly from a deep sleep with an image in my mind: I was holding out my hands in front of me with my palms up, but there was nothing in my hands. They were empty. 

Over recent weeks, I'd prayed fervently--and daily--for dear people close to me who have been dealing with serious medical issues. I couldn't help but worry about their diagnosis, how it was affecting their physical and mental health, as well as their quality of life, and what the coming weeks and months would hold. 

When the image of my open hands appeared, it happened to be at a particularly odd time, 11:11 p.m. At that moment, I felt as if I was being helped, guided, and persuaded--all at once. I was certain this was an answer to prayer about all of these concerns. I realized my job was not to worry, but instead to trust God. The worry was lifted from me. My hands felt suddenly light as a sense of peace washed over me.     

God had removed the weight of my worries and fears and taken them upon Himself. They were not mine to hold onto.      

God's message was clear. It was as if He was saying, It's Out of Your Hands. End of story. Period.
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May you, too, have a complete sense of peace knowing that all you can give all your worries to God. 
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"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."  
- Matthew 11:28-30