The world can spin in dizzying speeds and I can look at the climate around me and it becomes hard to breathe.
I can hear the words of government leaders and watch votes be cast and the cheering on one side wars with the screaming of the other and there aren’t enough ear plugs to drown out the noise and I look at the innocence of my children and my soul trembles with the fear of all the unknowns that surround them.
Presidents and Kings hold power and weight in the heady thrill of their position and we bob in the wake of their decisions.
But there is a Ruler, above all rulers, Who holds the hearts of kings in His Hands.
And because that station is so far removed from my own, because I will never be found in a position to control any government official, it becomes an easy thought to believe and cling to.
Until He brings the thought near and close to home. Until the status quo of my own small existence is interrupted and my illusion of control is shaken and suddenly, what is truly in my heart rises to the surface.
He stands as a faithful witness to my moments and my days – no matter how small; no matter how insignificant.
He takes notice of what I freely offer to Him and what I slowly and silently begin to believe is truly mine…
what quietly becomes idolized in my heart.
Instead of relying on Him and His calling on my life, I begin to find worth and definition in what I think I can control.
But He is ruler above all rulers – and that includes even me.
Jesus spoke courage into the hearts of His disciples as He looked directly at them and claimed,