Leave It in God’s Hands
We grandmothers are a special breed. We carry tissues in our purses, candy in our pockets, and a prayer list that’s longer than a CVS receipt. And at the very top of that list? Our grandchildren.
Of course, I am also acknowledging you dear loving and adoring mamas who love so deeply — even before grandparenting!
We’ve all prayed over their first cries and college choices. We’ve worried over everything from screen time to friend groups to the baffling question of “What are they doing RIGHT NOW?”
But on Monday, in our Grandmothers’ Monthly Prayer Group, we felt a gentle whisper from heaven: “Leave it in God’s hands.”
Now don’t get me wrong. We’re not walking away. We’re not abandoning ship. We’re just letting the Captain steer.
Leaving it in God’s hands doesn’t mean we stop caring. It means we start trusting. Trusting that He sees what we can’t. That He hears what they won’t tell us. That He knows their hearts, even when they’re a little lost or stubborn (or both). Trusting that He loves them even more than we do.
Psalm 139 tells us that God knows our babies inside and out. Before they even speak a word, He knows what they’re going to say. He’s the ultimate GPS, gently rerouting them when they veer off course.
So yes, we keep praying. But we also keep letting go.
We release the worry that keeps us up at night.
We lay down the guilt that says, “Maybe I should’ve done more.”
We stop gripping the steering wheel of their lives with white knuckles — and we hand it over to the One who carved their names on the palm of His hand.
He sees. He knows. He protects. He loves them fiercely.
So today, dear friends, whatever you’re carrying for your children and grandchildren — leave it. Gently. Prayerfully. Completely.
Leave it in God’s hands. And then maybe go treat yourself to a latte, a pedicure, or a quiet moment of peace.
After all, we’ve prayed. We’ve poured. Now we trust. Let’s leave our precious ones in the hands of the One Who loves them even more than we do.
He sees. He knows. He’s got them. 🙏