“My times are in your hands.” Psalm 31:15
Dear Father,
What a soothing, reassuring message this is to me. My times are in Your hands. Before I was ever born You saw every day of my life. You have already walked this day ahead of me and there is not one thing in this day that will take You by surprise. So why do I get so worried and harried? Why do I fidget and twidget? Why do I overload and reload my day? It is because I try to be the creator instead of being the created. It always goes back to that, doesn’t it Lord? Thinking we know what is best for us; it got my relatives in trouble in the Garden and it gets me in trouble in the present. Forgive me. Be Lord of my life, Lord of my day, Lord of this very second. Thank You dear Time-Maker that now I can sing with the psalmist that this truly is the day the Lord has made and I can rejoice and be glad in it. I can rejoice whether the sun is shining or the clouds are whining. I can be glad whether there is fluff in my stuff or rocks in my socks. I can praise You with vocal chords reverberating or in silence concentrating, why – because this day is a gift from Your own hands, the very hands of God Himself. You have entrusted this gift to me for the present moment only. Yesterday is gone, put away in my toy-box of memories. Tomorrow is still in the hope chest. Today, however, is an open treasure chest just brimming with hidden delights from the King. Help me to dig in with both hands and seize the prize. And when this day winds down, I pray that I present my treasures back to You in homage of thanks and adoration. Thanking You for the shiny, glittery coins of love, grace, and mercy that were bestowed upon me. Thanking You for the rough-edged, dull-colored, sea-tossed finds that taught me to endure and keep diving deeper. Thanking You that my times are in your almighty hands and there is no safer or better place to be. I love you so. Amen.
Penny
