Yesterday was one of those days where my fragile illusion of control shattered into a million pieces, and now I don't quite know what my next step is. I know in my head that the God I worship is far bigger than the circumstances I face, but rarely do I live like I believe it.
We worship God, not simply with words about how big He is, but by the confidence we show in His bigness. –Louie Giglio
So today, Sabbath, a day of rest and worship, I choose to trust. I choose to rest. I choose to worship. He is big, I am not. He is wise, I am not. He is in control, I am not. So why do I work and worry so much? Why do I insist on carrying such a heavy burden when He said that His yoke is easy, His burden light? 1 Peter 5:7 has been coming to mind a lot lately.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
This control I cling to is a burden I was never meant to carry. So today, I choose to lay my anxiety down at the foot of the cross and rest in the fact that my Shepherd is carrying me. What burdens do you need to leave at His feet today?