Out of my hands

A choir somewhere in the midwest recorded my song, "Psalm 145" years ago.  This was the result.

It was out of my hands.  I could mark the sheet music with the tempo that I wanted it performed, but the choir director still took it at a faster tempo than I had written it.

It was out of my hands.

So much of what we create is out of our hands, isn't it?  

As I learn to let go more, I find that the "tempos" of life may take on a speed, or slowness, that I am not happy with.  And that's ok.

The song was still recorded.  The song still blessed those who heard it and is still blessing worshipers today.  The powerful lyrics based on David's Psalm are still as powerful.  

The main thing is, the song is in God's hands.  How do I know?  Well, everything and everyone is.  But also, because I wrote it for Him, so I know He is taking good care of it - wherever it goes, whomever may hear it.  

So when we let go and things don't turn out as we'd hoped, it is still alright.  Because if we cling or hold too tightly to anything or anyone, it is suffocated and cannot take on the life it was meant to live - at whatever tempo.  

Leave it, leave him, leave her, leave them all in God's hands.  They are in the best hands possible.