It was a Sunday afternoon, and the 60+ connect group sang the old hymn “I Know Who Holds Tomorrow”.

As the familiar melody filled the room, I found myself transported to a deeply personal memory—those quiet, precious days toward the end of my sister’s life. That hymn was her anchor. She clung to it for comfort, for courage, for the steady reminder that even as her physical body grew weaker, her hope remained secure.

And I know that in her own quiet way, she wanted us to hold on to it too.

“I don’t know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day…”

At first glance, that line might sound like a call to live a carefree life, as if to say, “Whatever happens, happens.” But that’s not the message at all.

Life is unpredictable. If anything, uncertainty is one of the only things we can count on.

Tomorrow, someone may lose the job they’ve had for decades.

Tomorrow, a diagnosis may flip a family’s world upside down.

Tomorrow, someone might receive news that breaks their heart in ways they never imagined possible.

We make plans—for the next month, for the next five years. And planning is good. But the truth is, none of us has full control over what lies ahead, and all we can really do is live day by day.

The world can change in an instant—as we’ve all seen during the pandemic—and we often find ourselves caught in the undertow of things we never saw coming.

That’s when anxiety starts to creep in.

Because it’s not just the unknown that’s unsettling—it’s the reality that even our best efforts can’t shield us from pain. And so we worry. We spiral. We try to hold on tighter to what we were never meant to control.

But here’s the comfort:

As Christians, our security doesn’t rest in circumstances. It rests in a Person.

We may not know what the future holds, but we know the One Who holds the future. And He is good.

There is no chaos too wild, no diagnosis too devastating, no loss too unbearable, that God is not already sovereign over. He sees it all. He knows it all. And even when things appear broken beyond repair, He is working all things together for our good and for His glory.

Being a Christian doesn’t exempt us from suffering. In fact, there are moments we feel the weight of this broken world even more deeply. Our hearts ache. Our dreams sometimes shatter.

But even in the pit, even in the fire, we never walk alone.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me…”

Psalm 23:4 KJV

He is there—in blessings and in heartbreak.

He is there—in abundance and in lack.

He is there—in moments of joy and in seasons of devastating loss: through cancer, pregnancy loss, unexpected grief.

He is the constant when everything else shifts.

We may not understand the “why” behind every moment.

But we know the Who.

And He is more than enough.

“Many things about tomorrow

I don’t seem to understand

But I know Who holds tomorrow

And I know Who holds my hand.”

So we keep walking. Day by day.

Not with blind optimism, but with bold faith.

Because the hand that holds tomorrow is the same hand holding us today—and He will never let go.

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This writeup is dedicated to Zen-Zen Andales.