God is Jehovah Jireh, my provider—my sustainer—His grace is sufficient for me. Set aside my worries, my obsessiveness, my planning, and instead, choose the better thing. Choose to praise His name for bringing me to the place where I must depend on Him. The place where faith truly comes alive.
His Word reverberates through my soul. The last chord fades, and my hands remained raised because—
And I don’t just know it, I KNOW it.
Because I’ve been here before. And he’s brought me here again, close to him, so the prayers cried here will change me.
Beloved. I am loved with His everlasting love, love that does not merely rebuild from the brokenness, but re-creates. Nothing is wasted. Nothing. He knows my sorrow, my pain, my need. he has collected my tears in a bottle.
I am not able. But He is.
He is the great I am.