Hold on to His Unchanging Hand

Since September of 2023, I have quietly been walking through one of the hardest seasons of my life. To many, it may have seemed as though everything was fine. I kept showing up, kept giving, kept smiling, and most importantly, I kept praying. What most did not realize is that behind the mask of strength, I was carrying a weight that felt unbearable at times.

This season has lasted longer than I ever anticipated. I thought the storm would have passed by now, but instead, I found myself waking up to the same battles, the same questions, and the same pain. It has been tough. There were days I wondered if God still saw me, if He still remembered the promises He whispered over my life.

Yet in the midst of it all, there has been one truth that has held me together: His hand never changes.

The Gift of His Steadfastness

People may come and go. Circumstances may shift. Seasons may feel endless. But God’s hand is steady, unshaken by my circumstances and unfazed by my tears. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. When everything else feels uncertain, I can rest in the certainty of who He is.

The old hymn says, “Hold to His hand, God’s unchanging hand; build your hopes on things eternal, hold to God’s unchanging hand.” These words are more than lyrics; they are lifelines. They remind me that my foundation is not built on the temporary things of this world, but on the eternal promises of a faithful Father.

Faith in the Waiting

One of the hardest lessons I am learning is that waiting does not mean God has forgotten. Waiting is often the place where He is shaping me, strengthening me, and stretching my faith. The delay is not denial. The long night does not mean morning will not come.

Every prayer I whispered through tears, every time I lifted my hands when my heart was breaking, every moment I chose faith over fear—all of it has been seen by Him.

My Encouragement to You

If you too are in a season that feels unbearable, I want you to know that you are not alone. Keep showing up. Keep praying. Keep holding on to His hand. Though the season may last longer than you expected, it will not last forever.

God’s hand is unchanging. His love is unfailing. His promises are unbreakable. Even here—especially here—He is with you.

So I will keep holding on. Not because it is easy, but because He is worth it. Because His hand has never failed me, and it never will.