My soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Ps. 62:5
Lord Jesus, nothing compares with being certain of your love, surrendered to your sovereignty, and alive to the hope of the Gospel. May this glorious triad permeate this week, kiss each day, and quell our restlessness.
We continue to live in a season of floating disquiet, low-rumbling anxiety, hair-trigger irritation. So we make King David’s prayer our own. “Soul, find your rest in God alone!” Don’t medicate foolishly; default to blame-and-shame, or give into worry. Don’t minimize, or exaggerate, your concerns. Just go to Jesus. Go to Jesus right now.
Indeed, Lord Jesus, we don’t want to tie our inner peace to outward circumstances. As much as we’d love this virus to go away, and people to act civil; as much as we crave more stability and predictability in our lives, we want you more.
For to know you, and our Father, is eternal life (John 17:3). To live in union and communion with you is the deepest encouragement (Phil. 2:1). Bring your centering presence and calming peace into each day of this week. Reel our wandering hearts in the very moment we drift from the lane marked “Sufficient Grace.”
Give us extra strength for being patient and kind—with family members, co-workers, and whoever you bring across our paths this week. May we feast on the grace and truth of the Gospel 10 times more so than we consume the not-very-social-media. So very Amen we pray, in your tender and triumphant name.