“I know where you are”

I greet them all, the precious Trinity. “Good morning, Father. Good morning, Jesus. And good morning, Holy Spirit.” With their names on lips, my heart awakens, turns a’right, face toward Son in the early-morning dark.

Sometimes, I turn to praise, naming their attributes, all the things that I love before presenting what weighs. But today, He speaks. “What is it? What’s on your mind?” 

It’s Father. Knowing His girl, He’s seen right in, clear down to the murkiest depths, and He’s drawing. “Tell me about it.”

I name those I love, speaking all that concerns me. One at a time, I’m sharing my list. And then I name me.

All through it, He’s listening. I know. I can tell. He’s hearing me out, letting me finish that list.

And then He begins. Starting at one, He addresses each thing, and He says it like this: “I know just where he’s at. I know how to do it, how to get him from here to where he should be. May I have him, this one? Do you trust Me to take it?”

Then it’s me. My turn, the last thing on the list. One more time, He says it, “I know where you are. I know how to do it, how to take you from here to where you should be. Do you trust Me to do this? To handle your care?” 

This is what I’m thinking on today: “Casting all your care (anxiety) upon Him, for He careth for you,” I Pet. 5:7.  Can you see it, my friend, the hands of the Father, reaching out to carry your load? Can you trust Him, your Father, to take what concerns you? To get those you love to where they need to be? To carry, for that matter…you, too?

By His grace at work in my heart, this morning I can say, “Thank you, Lord, for each hard thing  You’ve allowed, for Your mercy in teaching this lesson.” For I know that I can never learn the truth of His word if I never have reason to test it.

Giving thanks today for the love of a Father,

Rhonda