Saturday, July 18, 2015
(7:32 a.m.)
Blessed Holy God,
We're home. Safely. Soundly.
In good condition. Not damaged. Or injured. But changed. Different.
Father, You blessed us with such safe travels. There were near
misses, none with which we were personally involved.
While I thank You for our
safety Father, it's the plight of others for which I am here this
morning. There's sadness, misunderstandings. Accidents. Fire. All of
which I am powerless to control. You, however, are The Pinnacle of
Control.
It's pouring down rain right
now. Seemingly out of nowhere. But as it turns out, it was
forecasted. And while I started to get excited at the chance that
this desperately needed rain could change our drought conditions, the
reality that a lightening strike could do even more damage is
prominent.
Blessed Father, You are in
control. All the aspects of every situation I could imagine are all
in Your hands. How I ask Your blessings. Your help. Your expertise.
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