“My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.” Isa. 46:10 (NIV)
Heavenly Father, there are days when we the clay, presume to tell you the Potter, what to make, mold, and market. There are stories for which we the small-bit characters, want to dictate to you the perfect Author, the plot, tension, and resolution. There are circumstances in which we your subjects, want to order you our King, “off your couch” into action. Yet in our childishness, you remain kind, forbearing, and patient. Astonishing, and thank you.
We are thankful today for your “God-ness,” sovereignty, and inviolate rule. We’re grateful you’re the Alpha and the Omega, the A to Z. and everything in between. You’re never perplexed, uninformed, or shocked by anything. You don’t try to do stuff. You just do stuff. That is awesomely encouraging, Father, and humbling.
We’re also thankful you don’t answer all our prayers with resounding “Yes’s.” For your “No’s” are sweeter than our agendas, wiser than our druthers, and more delight-full than our demands. Thank you for not catering to our fancies, giving into our whining, or sharing your throne with us, even for a nanosecond.
In our most gospel-sane moments, we trust you with everything we have and are—even though we get frustrated with your timing, or (foolishly) question your goodness.
You will “make everything beautiful in its time” (Eccl. 3:11). And in time, you will make all things new (Rev. 21:5). Yes, Yes, YES! You are God. The gospel is true. And Jesus is coming back. It is enough, Father. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ triumphant and tender name.