too great and too marvelous for me.
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and forevermore. (Psalm 131; ESV)
"What have I to dread, what have I to fear
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near
Leaning on the everlasting arms
Safe and secure from all alarms
Leaning on the everlasting arms"
- Elisha Hoffman
This morning as I woke and got up from my bed, I noticed something simple and yet significant. I noticed the sunshine, the grass becoming ever greener, and the sound of my daughter's voice calling her mom and me to collect her from her bed. What struck me about this morning wasn't that it was different but rather ordinary. Father, we are living in uncertain times and it seems that anxiety and fear are running through our veins like blood.
The truth is all of us in varying degrees are anxious about what we control and what feels so unknown. Others of us find ourselves lamenting. We lament the loss of lasts, the loss of athletic competitions, classrooms, friends, and family gatherings. We are grieved at our inability to gather with the saints around the table so that we might be nourished by the sacrament of your grace.
Our Father in light of all of this, we come and ask that you might give us rest. We don't come to minimize our reality nor the feelings we have about the current state of our world. We come as the Psalmist says like a weaned child who knows by experience that its mother will be there to provide. We come as little children before you, our Abba Father and we pray that you might help us to rest securely in your arms. Father, keep your children from unnecessary anxiety and also from careless flippancy. Keep us from trusting too much in ourselves instead of your sovereign and good care. And we pray that above all our Father that your care would fill us with such hope and such trust that we might be able to invite others to collapse into the waiting arms of grace. We pray this in the strong name of Jesus our Lord, Amen!