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 (2 Cor. 1:3)), you know exactly what we need, and you gladly meet our needs (Heb. 4:16).

To affirm with King David, “your consolations cheer my soul,” is like saying oxygen “cheers” our lungs, living-water “cheers” our heaven-thirst, and the Gospel “cheers” our salvation-hunger. You’re not our cheerleader; you’re our everything. You don’t merely “pep” or prop us up; you always bring us back to Gospel-sanity.

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 right now. “Crazy” is episodic; 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.”

On this Thursday, we choose resting in you, over rusting in our worry. We choose to believe the Gospel, rather than all the other groundless, graceless, Christ-ignoring narratives, vying and lying to us. So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ wonderful and merciful name.