Unclenching My Fists
For so long, my hands have been clenched—gripping pain, fear, disappointment, and survival. Every wound, every moment I felt unseen or unprotected, made me close my hand tighter, as if holding on could somehow keep me safe. But God, in His mercy, reached out. His hand—steady, glowing, patient—didn’t force mine open. He simply touched it. And in that divine touch, He began to help me release what I was never meant to carry. Matthew 11:28-29 (28) “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (29) “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.” where His hand meets ours, healing begins. Where His light touches our clenched pain, peace begins to flow. And where our surrender meets His love, the miracle begins— we realize that what we were holding onto was never greater than what He wants to place in our hands. Prayer: Heavenly Father, For the one reading this today...