|Image by tao cui from Pixabay|
The events of the last few weeks have robbed me of sleep. I wake up at 3 am with desperate prayers on my lips. I pray for Afghanistan, for persecuted Christians, for our country and our churches, and for the many victims of Covid-19. It has claimed and changed so many lives, including one of my good friends this last Saturday.
Jesus told us not to be anxious about anything, but it is hard not to be fearful for those in harm’s way, or not to feel deep sorrow over the loss of a loved one.
How to juggle all this with a loving God? I do not doubt He cares. I do not question His will, yet I can’t seem to help being overwhelmed by all that’s going on.
This last Sunday, my pastor spoke about the power and need for prayer, confirming that the Holy Spirit urges us to pray continuously for specific people or circumstances. I decided not to fret over some lost sleep and view it as extra hours of prayer.
This morning in my Daily Bread devotional, the author James Banks wrote this: “Our God is the master of unexpected mercies. He’s able to cause great good to spring up unexpectedly out of the hard gravel of life’s most unfavorable circumstances. Watch Him closely. He may do it again today.”
Those words reminded me again that being anxious serves no purpose except to keep me in a constant state of turmoil
Dear Lord, I pray for unexpected mercies for those in desperate need. Amen.