Written by: Scotty Smith
The life of every living thing is in his hand, and the breath of every human being. Job 12:10 (NLT)
Heavenly Father, though I sang it long before I believed it, you DO have the whole world in your hands. This frees me to release my white-knuckled grip on all kinds of things I'd like to control, but can't. So, on this first Sunday in September, I raise my tired empty hands to you, in praise and surrender.
I don’t have control over the number of days I have left before you call me home; but fill the ones you’ve marked for me with as much of your grace, love, and wisdom as possible. I don’t have control over the “messy” feelings and disappointments others carry in their hearts; but free me to stay present with kindness, and not withdraw into a “safer,” more predictable cave.
I don’t have control over important decisions family and friends have to make; but constantly remind me you’re the Author of our stories, not merely the garbage man who cleans up our messes. I don’t have control over how much pain and suffering my loved ones will experience in life; but forgive me for ever thinking you'll give them more heartache than grace.
I don’t have control over people and circumstances that impact my next season of life; but you do, and you don’t need me as your consulting partner. I don’t have control over the next hurricane or North Korea's nukes, or the American political process, or ... and the list goes on.
Just give me laser sharp vision of your Fatherly sovereign-self--joyfully, peacefully, powerfully perched on your throne in heaven. That’s all I need. You are God, and I am so very not; and you are good, all the time; all the time, you are a good, good Father. So very Amen I pray, in Jesus’ glorious and grace-full name.