“The life of every living thing is in God’s hand, and the breath of every human being.” Job 12:10
Heavenly Father, I come to you this morning with empty hands, not to grab what isn’t mine, but to raise my hands in praise and surrender to you. Quite literally, you’ve got the whole world in your hands, and you haven’t made me co-sovereign with you or the 4th member of the Trinity.
I can’t impact the number of days before you call me Home, but please fill the rest of them with faith, hope, and love (1Cor.13:13). I can’t make anybody happy or holy, but free me to love everyone “as unto you.” No one is my project, but everybody is your image bearer.
Father, though I’d like to own the pen you use, only you are the Author and Finisher of our faith and life stories. I don’t have power over how much pain and suffering my loved ones will experience in life; but forgive me for the moments when I think you don’t care, or have simply left everything to chance. Working in all things for our good is your guarantee and specialty. Thank you.
Abba, you haven’t given me a magic wand to wave over global warfare, or the next American election, or human trafficking, or every expression of evil. But you have given me a vision of Jesus’ empty tomb, your fully occupied throne, and a tantalizing peak of our coming life in the new heaven and new earth (Rev.21:1-22:6). That’s all I need to live and to love to your glory until Jesus returns. Hallelujah, you are God, and I am so very not. So Very Amen.