Hope Invading the Weeds of Our Fears

When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul. Ps. 94:19

Heavenly Father, our pile of heart-cares will never be greater than your supply of grace-consolations. As our Father of mercy and God of all comfort, you know exactly what we need, and you give generously. Thank you.

Thank you for the consolation of knowing You will complete your Story to your glory, in your time on your dime. Life is much less random than it feels. Sovereignty is always happening.

When we get lost in the weeds of our fears, you shatter the darkness with the North Star of our hope. Jesus is “the bright Morning Star” (Rev. 22:16), leading us into the Day of all things new. “Light and life to all he brings; Ris’n with healing in His wings.”

Father, thank you for the consolation of knowing you love us as much as you love Jesus. We are your beloved children. Granted, some days, like Esau, we’d settle for the “oatmeal” of an eradicated virus, the national ruler of our choice, lower taxes and polite children.

But on this Thursday, we choose resting in you, over rusting in our worry. We choose to believe the Gospel, rather than some other groundless, graceless, Christ-ignoring narrative. So very Amen we pray with relief, in Jesus’ wonderful and merciful name.