Empty Hands

he was a stranger.

but his words rang true, and keep replaying in my head.

"you've just lost something very important to you. but there's a reason for that: there's something else; something better for you to pick up. you can't hold on to something new if your hands are already full, now, can you?"

maybe i'm a fool for thinking twice on his words. maybe it's all rubbish. but in this valley i am desperate for some sign of progress. of moving forward. of a light at the end of this dim-but-not-black tunnel.

so
God, my hands are empty. and lifted to You. maybe that's where they ought to stay for awhile. or maybe You have something better in store that needs to be revealed. regardless, thank you for this reminder. of where my hands should be. and who it is that's to be directing them and my life