Holding My Hand


Today’s reading from Isaiah 41 is a good reminder of our creaturehood.  The Lord calls Jacob a worm and Israel an insect, promising to help them as their Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel. The Lord says I, the Lord your God hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, do not fear, I will help you. 

I have been very aware of my creaturehood in the hospital. There is so much dignity that can be stripped away in this milieu. This morning for example while the two female health care aides checked another patient, the male came to me to see if I had bed sores. As I mooned him, I realized how I could feel humiliated or make light of the awkwardness of the moment. There is no place for modesty here, something I learned from my hospital stay during my resection.

A woman who had been sharing the room with me last week would wake up in the middle of the night and pray in great distress: Lord, come to help me. I don’t know why this is happening to me.  Be merciful to me, Lord.  Despite her dementia, she still asked God to help her. Her prayer moved me.

I feel God‘s right hand holding mine as I reach the two-week mark of being in the hospital with no discharge date in sight. It has been a little bit frustrating at times. I see my body waste away and I get nervous. However today I surpassed my goal of making it to the love seat and walked to the next configuration of furniture. The chatty physiotherapy assistant simply kept moving me forward and I followed. I’m sure God was my second spotter. We sat for awhile before heading back to the room for my exercises.

I do feel sort of like a bug-somewhat insignificant and worthless stuck in this bed until I realize that God can use me and teach me here too. God will take me by the hand and lead me to places I don’t necessarily want to go. I still need to follow the Creator, trusting the Plan. I will not be afraid because I know God will help me.



Reflection Questions 

When have you felt your creaturehood most strongly?

When have you felt God holding your hand?


Hand-Holder, you are with me, aware of my needs before I am. Stay with me and lead me on. I will not fear for you are with me. Amen.


About sstyves

A Canadian prairie girl rooted in Ignatian spirituality, I seek God in all things. Whether I catch a glimpse of the Divine and delight in its presence in nature or in the beauty of an encounter with someone, I am ever so grateful that I can recognize the Creator. I greet each new day with hope and happiness, expecting blessings and miracles because I am created to praise, love and serve God. This blog is one way of realizing that through my writings, prayers, and photography. To God be the Glory!
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4 Responses to Holding My Hand

  1. Karen Wheadon says:

    Yeaaaaa Suzanne, you made it to that next piece of furniture👍 God is with you every step of the way, so proud of your strength. I’ve always believed in earth angels. I think that chatty physio therapist is one of them and I know you have so many others. Trust in God’s plan🙏

    Sent from my iPad


  2. Monica says:

    Suzanne, I’m inspired that you reached and then surpassed your goal. In this post, I especially liked, and could relate to, your choice of the word “creaturehood”…it made me think of how small we are as creatures and how much a part of nature. And then you linked us as creatures to our loving God – the Hand-Holder. That’s really beautiful. Suzanne, I’m sorry that you are still in the hospital; it must be a multi-level challenge. Thank you for continuing to reach out through your blog and, as usual, giving me something to ponder.

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