In the Hands of God

I find that in life, I have very little control. Tragedy, inconvenience, and people are constant variables. Sometimes, I need a shoulder to cry on. Other times, I need to be the shoulder to cry on. There is an ocean of opportunity for good and for ill, and I am being carried along with the tide.

As I, metaphorically, lie on the warm sand, watching the ribbon of color against the pre-dawn sky, I can hear the crackle of a nearby fire. There is the sound of a boat coming to shore. The words, "Do you love Me?" whisper in wind. Do I love You? If I do love You, then I must trust You. If I trust You, then I must be open to the graces You have for me.

Fear is an ill that must be overcome with confidence. My Jesus, I am confident in Your love for me. I am not afraid. I trust in You.

For all of you are children of the light and children of the day. We are not of the night or of darkness. Therefore, let us not sleep as the rest do, but let us stay alert and sober. For God did not destine us for wrath, but to gain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us, so that whether we are awake or asleep we may live together with him. Therefore, encourage one another and build one another up, as indeed you do. 1 Thes 5: 5-6, 9-11