You stand at the threshold of a day crowded with a great many cares, a doctor’s form for your son that needs a willing signature, a refund that must appear, a package that seems to have gone astray, a journey to be taken, a court matter, a counseling session tomorrow. It is as if all the little threads of your life have tangled themselves at once, and your fingers are weary with pulling at them. But look up, dear heart. The Lord Jesus knows every single knot, every frayed strand, every fear that flutters in your chest. Not one of these things escapes His tender notice. He who watches the sparrows and numbers the hairs of your head has His eye upon that form, that money, that parcel, that road.
Sit down for a moment at your Master’s feet, and look into those dear, loving, watchful eyes. You recall how the Psalmist, after much wrestling, came to rest in this: “Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel.” All his debates ceased when he saw that the Lord would be his Guide, not merely for the great spiritual occasions, but for the small, ordinary, perplexing steps of the way. And so it is with you. The same hand that opened the Red Sea can most certainly open a doctor’s heart, release a delayed refund, and keep you safe on the highway. Trust Him with the whole jumble of it. You do not need to hold the map yourself; the Shepherd knows the path, and He will lead you step by step, even through the thicket.
You are not left to your own strength in these things. Left to ourselves, we would soon tumble into panic and despair, but He is able to keep you from falling. The grace that first drew you to the Cross has been carrying you along every inch of the road since then, up every hill, down every valley, and it will not fail you now. The day may hold surprises, but nothing can surprise your Lord. When the refund is delayed or the package still does not come, He is not taken aback. He is only teaching you to lean more completely upon Him, to let His Spirit be the true governing principle of your life. The Holy Ghost who made you a child of God will gently steer your heart away from the rocks of anxiety and into the calm waters of childlike trust.
And as for your son, remember the old story of Noah. The Lord did not call Noah alone into the ark; He said, “Come thou and all thy house into the ark.” Jesus Christ is the Ark for every soul that trusts Him, and He has His eye upon your household. The form may need a doctor’s signature, but the Great Physician has already written your son’s name upon the palms of His hands. You do what a loving mother can do, make the call, present the paper, ask for the help, and then leave the outcome quietly with Him who loves the lad far better than you ever could. Whether the doctor signs this hour or next week, the Lord’s timing is never late.
Now, bring all these scattered fragments to the throne. Lay them down, one by one, in the pierced hands that were stretched out for you. Do not pick them up again. Let the day unfold as He ordains, and let your soul be content with His will, whatever shape it takes.
Lord Jesus, we bring this dear woman’s burdens to Thee. Thou knowest every particular, the paper that waits for a signature, the money that seems held back, the journey that must be made, the court, the counselor, the mother-heart so full of concern. Quiet her spirit, we pray. Take the reins of this day wholly into Thine own strong hands. Guide her with thy counsel, and afterward receive her, and all her beloved, into glory. Amen.