As I lay awake in bed last night, this was the picture. In the midst of a tremendous storm of life, I need to choose to praise my Lord and lift my hands up to the One who can calm me, reassure me and remind me that none of the things of this life are either permanent or worth putting all my effort into.
Yesterday morning, our house flooded thanks to an overactive toilet. In 90 minutes, nearly 90% of our house was extensively damaged. The repair and recovery efforts will take months. It is a shock and stress that none of us would choose. But...
I know that my God is in control. I know that He works all things for good for those who love Him. (Romans 8:28) I know that there is something to be gleaned from this experience. I pray that as a family, we come through this closer to each other and closer to our Heavenly Father.
Last week, I went to a night of incredible worship. One of my favorite songs right now is “I Lift My Hands,” by Chris Tomlin. At that event, Louie Giglio talked about the writing of that song and how he spent nights literally lifting his hands to our Father to help him through a tremendously difficult time.
While my situation is completely different, my response is the same. I am lifting my hands to my God who loves me and knows me and knew this would happen and why. And, I trust His plan that in all things, good and seemingly bad, that He will be glorified.