“My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.” Isa. 46:10
Heavenly Father, on this August Thursday, we are grateful for your “God-ness,” sovereignty, and inviolate reign. You are the entire alphabet of providence—from A to Z—with no missing letters. This doesn’t make you a dispassionate robot; but our righteous and ruling Father.
You have no chronology of getting better at being God, for you are eternally perfect. The past holds no regrets or “Oops” for you; the present, no befuddlement or sweat; and the future is pregnant with every good thing you have planned for us in Christ.
There’s no “field testing,” or “trial and error” with you; there’s just Jesus and triumph. This is awesomely encouraging and humbling Father, with no small measure of mystery thrown in. 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, and sometimes question what you’re up to.
Father, you will “make everything beautiful in its time” (Eccl. 3:11). And, in time, you will make “all things new” (Rev. 21:5). 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.