my life is in your hands

I heard a CS Lewis quote this week. He said this: “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.” When you love dearly and without reserve, you place your heart in a place that is outside of your control…you become vulnerable. We spend our whole existence trying not to be vulnerable. We want to be in control. We want to protect ourselves from hurt (and ultimately from death). And as good as we get at manipulating and controlling…we fail…because some of life is about hurt and loss and death (this is the part that we don’t want to accept).

Well, my heart has been wrung dry and broken into a million pieces…and that brings me back to the same place I find myself going a lot lately…to the foot of the cross…where the ultimate demonstration of love and vulnerability took place. It is at this place that I am reminded that my life is in His hands…and that he will continue to help me in this place of great loss. This song, “My Life is in Your Hands,” sung by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, is one of my favorite songs:

You don't have to worry
And don't you be afraid
Joy comes in the morning
Troubles they don't last always
For there's a friend named Jesus
Who will wipe your tears away
And if your heart is broken
Just lift your hands and say

Oh, I know that I can make it
I know that I can stand
No matter what may come my way
My life is in your hands.”

And, as Isaiah 41:13 says:
“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.”

Thank you, Lord, I’m staying here with you.
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