You have put more joy in my heart than they have when their grain and wine abound. In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:7-8
Heavenly Father, what a timely and timeless passage… sometimes we have to listen to our discontent and grumpiness to discover where we’ve been looking for our joy lately.
We’re grateful for the many creature comforts you give us; but what can compare with being totally known and fully loved by you? May the riches of the Gospel enable us to unhitch our joy-wagon from people and politics, wealth and work, health and homes, circumstances and outcomes.
Every night we lay down between the sheets of your tender mercies and inexhaustible grace. We rest our heads on a pillow of your Fatherly sovereignty—warmly blanketed in your unwavering love.
There’s no safer, select, or sweeter place to be—in life or death, suffering or somersaults, crisis or cartwheels, than to be “in Christ.” Safety isn’t a matter of less pain, but more Jesus.
If it’s your pleasure to give us 30 more years, or if we wake up in heaven tomorrow, we will forever proclaim, “Our God has done all things well!” So very Amen we pray, in Jesus’ beautiful and bounteous name.