Our Mighty God

This morning I am in awe of the power of God, the One who is, “far above all principality, and might, and dominion” (Ephesians 1:21). He’s the One whose voice breaks the cedars of Lebanon (Psalm 29:5)

These thoughts came to me after a conversation in the basement laundry room yesterday. With dryer parts strewn on the floor, the repairman leaned against the white top of a table while I stood with my hands on my cart of clothes that were ready to fold and put in drawers. I asked Emmanuel (we were a long way into the conversation before we exchanged names) where he was from. His reply of “Haiti” led to a discussion of the chaos in his country, and of the situation in America. Finally, I said, “God is in control. He can do anything.”

“I am so glad you said that,” he replied. Later, he told me: “So, every morning,” he put his hands together in prayer and looked up beyond the ceiling pipes, “I say, ‘thank you God that you are in control.'” I waited to hear his prayer requests, as that is how I tend to pray, but there were none; only a thank you for God’s control.

I continue to think about good mental health. In my Bible I have a bookmark. On the back I’ve written, “Psalm 29: When we understand the sovereignty of God and worship Him, we can let go of stress, worry, depression, and anxiety. We can trust that God is in control.” (I do not know where I copied this from.)

I hear Laurence singing as he gets ready for another day of work at Elmhurst Hospital. Somewhere a mourning dove calls, making me think of my Kansas home. I’m going to make Indonesian noodles for breakfast with fried eggs on top. Many people in this world have noodles for breakfast. You should try it.

Have a blessed day. God is in control. Berniece