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The Hand He Already Holds

I notice a lot.

I have been privileged to sit in many rooms. Rooms with CEOs of multi-million-pound companies in dialogue. Rooms with a score of young women, all of us in conversation. In each one, I have had to learn the art of reading the room — to make the sale, close the deal, get buy-in.

I see whether the key decision maker smiled agreeably, whether the girls rolled their eyes or didn't. Whether the nod came easily or had to be coaxed. Whether the room shifted when I walked in, or stayed exactly as it was. I have spent more time than I would like to admit adjusting — my words, my posture, the way I carry myself, the tone of my voice, the things I agree with and exactly when to agree or not — trying to read what the room needs from me so I can give it.

Seeking approval is often more subtle than it looks. It rarely announces itself. It just shapes you, slowly, in the direction of whoever is watching. And in most cases, it is exhausting.

Proverbs 16 verse 7 stopped me.

"When God approves of your life, even your enemies will end up shaking your hand."

I read it again. Not if. When.

When God approves. Not as a condition to be earned or a threshold to be reached. Not something to perform my way into. A fact, already settled, not earned but gifted — given on the day I accepted Jesus as my Lord and my Saviour. Which means when, for me, is today. Right now. In this moment. God approves of my life.

And because He does, even the people who would rather not align with me — will.

Not because I finally said the right thing. Not because I dressed carefully enough or agreed at the right moment. Not because I am the smartest person in the room or have all the answers. But because of whose hand I am already holding.

That thought kept unfolding quietly. If God holds my hand to steady me — if He delights in every detail of who I am — if He takes hold and says do not fear — then why would anyone not want to reach for a hand already held by God?

The approval we exhaust ourselves chasing from people — friends, colleagues, even those who would rather see us struggle — it was never the hand we needed. It was always His.

There is a stillness that comes with knowing this. Not the stillness of having everything resolved, but of no longer needing it to be. When His approval is the one I am oriented toward, the room stops being something to read and starts being something I can simply be present in.

So, I stay aligned. I keep my gaze fixed. And I watch.

Even your enemies will want to shake the hand that God holds — whether they intend to or not. The author of life, who does the impossible, has decided to favour me.

I am, therefore, favoured.