One Pair of Hands

I am feeling particularly sad right now. A friend has just been handed the news that her breast cancer has returned. Another gal I know recently had a brain tumour removed. Praise the Lord she is now home and the tumour is benign. She is a mom of seven children and the eldest has Down Syndrome. Yet another friend, who happens to be a medical doctor, is just at the end of her chemotherapy but has been hospitalized for a large blood clot. She is now under close scrutiny for that, lest it move and become fatally lodged in the lung.

My flesh calls out...why, Lord, why? Then I remember the cross and the message of eternal life. I recall how Jesus never promised that life here would be easy. I think deep and hard about the lessons I learned about relinquishing my life to my Saviour last year as I was going through chemotherapy. I saw the compassion in the faces and actions of friends and family - a little hint of heaven.

As I listen to the song - One Pair of Hands [posted here,] I remember that I need not be sad. He is the One with the strong hands that lift us and uphold us through all the raging storms of life. Praise Him. I needed to be reminded...