The day begins earlier than usual, presenting its uncertainty and troubling prospects. I feel the angst within me.
Listening to the latest news does not calm me; rather it fuels the fire already smoldering.
I glance at social media. It does nothing but stir a boiling pot.
Texting multiple times, I check on my people. I want them to be safe, careful.
I consider this strange year. I pray for justice, for wrongs to be made right, for truth to prevail, for a peaceful end to ongoing conflict. But is there any peace in this dark world?
I listen to both sides of political rhetoric. Promises are easy to make, harder to fulfill. Ask any married couple.
My prayer partner calls and I confess my worried mind, my actions and words, opening my heart to her who knows my secrets and still loves me. She prays and I breathe deeply of the presence of the Holy.
Putting on my work clothes, I head outside to pull weeds, clear brush, cut stray saplings in the azaleas until the sweat pours from my face. I hope the exertion will soothe my mind, rolling like thunder before a coming storm.
My determined purpose is to pray today and not to fret. To pray and not scan the myriad of posts and opinions publicly shared. To pray and cast all my cares upon the only One who can carry them faithfully.
My life is in His hands. My heart is in His keeping.
He never promised an easy road or that we would be well-liked by everyone or that trouble would never cross our thresholds.
What He promised was His presence in and through it all. For it is in Him we live and move and have our being. He is above and below all, covering the earth with His glory. His eyes are upon the whole earth and He sees.
I will myself, with all the spiritual strength I muster, to rest in His unchanging, unchallenged, inexhaustible grace where I am safe forever.
Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
— 1 Timothy 1:17