Life without realizing that we are not in control of all circumstances... Many people, including myself, have forgotten that while medicine and technology have wildly progressed, doctor's are not gods and neither are we. Fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, if we have any hope as a community of faith, will you pray that our most sovereign Father would send his mercy to my friends and family. Tuesday morning, my close friend's mom Sandy was killed in a car accident. The opposing driver was going 90 mph on the wrong side of the freeway and collided with Sandy's car. The cars both burst into flames and Sandy, a Mormon, lost her life. My friend really misses her mom, even though she rarely was a good mom to her. My friend is the only Christian in her family. My friend will not worship our Father with her mother in eternity. I don't know and yet I do understand that the father's justice searches beyond our comprehension. Even in her circumstances, she just misses her mom.
Today, one of my cousin's lost her child as well. Residing in the biting cold mountains of Montana, on the way out for work he didn't lock the door. The child wandered out in her pajamas and was later found five hours later frozen in the lake. For three hours they diligently worked to bring her back, but this innocent child went home to the Father. This family does not have the hope of the Father and has struggled with this for years. Would you pray that the Father's sovereignty would be shown to their broken hearts, that the light would shine brighter in the darkness?
Two contrasting humans lives, lived in different states and different lengths. Earlier today I was talking with a friend about how vanity, wealth, success, and fame really do not concern those seeking to further the Kindgom of eternal peace. Why do I get tangeled with these things? Yet everything matters, but just not too much. Today I am thankful that I could praise my Father with music, fellowship and prayer. Anticipating great comfort for those mourning, I can know that it has to come from the Father.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than JesusÂ’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on JesusÂ’ name.
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Lord, would your name be glorified and would your children not be blinded nor slaves to sin but see you as their rock
