The king is not saved by his great army;

a warrior is not delivered by his great strength. The war horse is a false hope for salvation, and by its great might it cannot rescue. Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him, on those who hope in his steadfast love. Psalm 33:16–18

Heavenly Father, though it’s not fun, it is a good thing to come to the end of our ropes, wits, and resources. For only in those times do we abandon ourselves to the only God who can part Red Seas; the Warrior who overthrows whole Midianite armies with three hundred gun-less soldiers; the Hero who fells Goliaths with a pebble; the Provider who showers mana in the wilderness ; the God who raises a dead Man for the salvation of his people, and the transformation of the cosmos.

Indeed, Jesus, we abandon ourselves to you today, for you are that dead Man who now lives. You are the Ruler of the kings of the earth, our perpetual Intercessor, our perfect Righteousness, and the all-things-new Maker. We can fully hope in your unfailing love, for every other love eventually fails.

There is no other supply sufficient to the need. There is no other strength sufficient for the task. There is no other balm sufficient for the wounds. There is no other rest sufficient for the weariness. There is no other grace sufficient for our insufficiency.

We bring our Thanksgiving Week to you—everything that will be awesome and everything that will be challenging. We bring you our conflicted-ness over looming decisions; our concerns over people we love; our sadness over unexpected losses; and our slow-burn anger, fueled by who knows what.

We bring it all to you, Jesus. We bring our sinner-saint selves to you. We will trust in you, and your unfailing love. Astonish us by bringing much glory to yourself. So very Amen we pray, in your merciful and mighty name