Work was hard today. There are just a lot of things going on, many of which are not good. I was a bit short of peace today, and I was also a bit “short” with some people that didn’t deserve that. I regret it (and I’ve apologized).
I dropped my daughter Molly off at ministry night at our church’s student ministry and started praying a bit as I drove away. Then I turned on the radio. It was a sports station, which generally works well for background noise on my trek home. But I decided to switch to our local Christian radio station. A girl on the radio read this verse as soon as I tuned in:
I waited patiently for the Lord;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
– Psalm 40:1 (ESV)
All I could think at that moment was “thanks, God”. David wrote that psalm having been delivered from far more physical danger and trouble than I’ve ever known. But the spiritual danger that God has rescued me from was as soul-shattering as that of any member of fallen humanity. He is my Rescuer. Even in the midst of the tiny-tribs that I go through, I can cry out to Him.
After that verse was read and a few more encouraging words spoken, I heard these words sung:
Where else can I go?”
Thanks, God, again! Where else can I go? Where would I want to?
Facing life without Jesus would be . . . well, I don’t want to think about it.
I’m praying tomorrow’s a better day. Starting from inside of me and rippling outward. I’m not asking God to remove the small measure of turmoil I go through. I’m just praying I’ll handle it better. And that when the huge turmoil of life finally hits (and it will, someday) may I be found faithful.
I need You Jesus . . .