I wrote this a month ago for our newsletter, which we mailed out this week.
Then today, I read the headlines... and I gasped and prayed and sat in dismay at the tragedy that surrounds a single moment, a single day.. when everything changes.....
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands…
It’s a child’s song… we teach it to toddlers and
nursery babies. We include the mama’s and the daddy’s and the little bitty babies. It’s a cute little song, with a cute little message.
And then you grow out of the nursery, and life seems to get a little bit more rugged than the lyrics to a
toddler tune, and sometimes, you just aren’t sure where this world is going... or how it got to here.
We all have seasons in our lives that are filled with grief, turmoil, stress, distress, hard decisions, sickness, upheaval, uncertainty.. Sometimes it just gets ugly and we began to feel battered. We may even say “How much longer God?” or “Why me God?” or “Why now?” or even “But, this isn’t the way things are supposed to be...” We can find ourselves
confronted with the hardest truth in simplest nursery rhyme form… Does HE really have the WHOLE WORLD in His hands? Right now, in my
circumstance, in today, in yesterday, in tomorrow… does He have that in His hands??
Big moments, small moments, moments of transition, moments of fear, moments of frustration, moments of anger... does He REALLY have this in His hands?
In these moments, when our very adult hearts have to deal with the sincerity of child-like faith, we have to listen to the words of love He whispers to us through Scripture.
I knit you together in your mother’s womb, I created every part of you. (Psalm 139:13) I have plans for your life. (Jer. 29:11) I am with you always, until the ends of the age. (Matt. 28:20) In all things, I work for the good of those who love me. (Romans 8:28) Come to me when you are weary and I will give you rest. (Matt. 11:28)
This is what child-like faith looks like… its not a faith that is wrapped in nursery songs and simplified stories. It is in the deepest understanding of the truths those songs represent… that in this world, our world, my world, your world… your today, your last month, your next week. He has it. In control. It is in His hands. His hands. Not yours, not mine, not ours together. His Hands hold the whole world.
Amen, Father, Amen.
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It is in such times where the only place comfort is found is in the lap of God. May peace surround them all. And may those lost be found in the arms of Jesus - and dancing with the angels. In all things, we know that Jesus loves the little children - and always says "Let them come to me..."
Amen Father.
Even in our dismay.... Amen.