I turn on the news
Only to hear the reporter inform
The economy continues to spiral downward…out of control
Fear grips my heart
I pick up the phone
Listen to more bad news
Another friend lost their job today
With a lump in my throat I whisper, “I’ll pray”
I open the prayer email
I scan the requests only to find
Another family is facing foreclosure
I fall on my knees and cry out, “Oh Lord…”
All around me the rumors fly
Then we get word
A mandatory meeting…“Be there at 3:00 pm sharp!”
My heart is beating a little faster and my hands start to sweat
Then the Holy Spirit reminds me
Take every thought captive
Meditate upon the goodness and faithfulness of God
Never have the righteous been forsaken
With each bad report
May I be moved with compassion
Fall on my face before my sovereign Lord and King
Not even a sparrow falls without it escaping the Father’s notice
May I count it a privilege
To come before God’s throne in prayer
As I lift up my family, friends and strangers from afar
Cast all your anxiety upon the Lord, for He cares for you
May I delight
Not in possessions
But in the Lord Jesus Christ
May I praise You in the morning and evening…all throughout the day
May I find security
In God alone
When the phone call comes and my hand trembles
May I find peace in the presence of my Master
Susan Bunts Wachtel
June 24, 2009
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