Those first days after my dad died, I found myself in the position of arranging his funeral and gathering documents. In the midst of grief, I had timely tasks to complete. Every day there were things to be done, calls to be made, distances to be traveled–and still my own responsibilities to be worked out. It felt like the hardest week of my life. In hindsight, I had no idea then what hard was. The weeks-turned-months that followed brought new responsibilities and unimaginable change. Every day, I am acutely aware of my need for God. I can’t carry this alone.
Oh, thank you, God, for the friends and professionals You’ve put in our lives who have surrounded us with prayer, encouragement, meals, help, and guidance.
When Moses talks to the Lord about what felt impossible, God responded:
23 Then the Lord said to Moses, “Has my arm lost its power? Now you will see whether or not my word comes true!” (Numbers 11:23, NLT)
It gives me peace to know I have a Father who knows what’s going on and hears my prayers. I can turn to Him in situations completely out of my control and trust He is in control. Whether in overwhelm or in praise, I call out to Him, my God forever and ever.
12 Go, inspect the city of Jerusalem.
Walk around and count the many towers.
13 Take note of the fortified walls,
and tour all the citadels,
that you may describe them
to future generations.
14 For that is what God is like.
He is our God forever and ever,
and he will guide us until we die. (Psalm 48:12-14, NLT)
Lord, thank you. Thank you for catching my tears and hearing my prayers. Thank you for walking with me and for carrying the weight of these months–your strong arms that never lose power. You are sovereign. You are faithful. You are trustworthy. You are good.