The Palm Of God’s Hand

He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

—Psalm 18:19

I have discovered that I can make it through more than I thought, with less than I thought. I know better than to believe that the changes are over, or that the next ones will be easier, but I’ve learned the hard way that change is one of God’s greatest gifts and one of his most useful tools. Change can push us, pull us, rebuke and remake us. It can show us who we’ve become, in the worst ways, and also in the best ways. It’s not something to run away from, as though we could, and in many cases, change is not a function of life’s cruelty but instead a function of God’s graciousness.

Change is good, the way that childbirth is good, and heartbreak is good, and failure is good. By that I mean that it’s incredibly painful, exponentially more so if you fight it, and also that it has the potential to open you up, to open life up, to deliver you right into the palm of God’s hand, which is where you wanted to be all along, except that you were too busy pushing and pulling your life into exactly what you thought it should be.