You have laid before the Lord a whole bundle of cares, and they press upon you all at once, an interview that hangs in the air, a doctor’s note that needs amending, a son’s identification papers that must fall into place. When many things are waiting on other people’s decisions, the heart can feel as though it is standing in a narrow lane while wagons rumble past on every side, with no room to step out of the way. But the Lord who numbers the stars has not lost count of your small anxieties; He holds them all in the same hand that upholds the universe.
Think for a moment how our Master dealt with Thomas. That disciple would not be comforted until he had seen and touched; he put his own stubborn conditions before the Lord and would take nothing on trust. And Jesus did not thunder at him or turn away. He came right down to Thomas’s own ground and gave him exactly what his weak faith needed, as gently as a mother bending to her child. So now your Savior bends to you. You want a door to open; you want a physician to listen; you want a clerk to process what seems such a trivial thing to them but is immense to you. Jesus, who knows what is in man, can turn the hearts of all these people as easily as He can command the morning light. He is not annoyed by your asking, He invites it. The love that met Thomas is meeting you now, even in the waiting.
The world would tell you that your interview, your son’s paperwork, these are just bits of life’s machinery, and you must simply hope for the best. But you know better. Every cog and wheel is in your Father’s hand. The doctor’s pen, the official’s computer screen, the telephone call that will reschedule the appointment, none of these are outside His government. He can make a crooked note straight. He can cause a hard-pressed official to show unaccountable kindness. He can clear a path where there seemed to be only a tangle. This is the God who fed Elijah by ravens, who opened prison doors for Peter while the guards slept, who has never yet let any of His children be put to shame who trusted in Him.
I know what you are tempted to do: you lie awake and turn each piece of this puzzle over and over until your mind is sore. But hear this: the sheep that are in the hand of Christ, and in the Father’s hand, can never be plucked out. Not by a missed interview, not by a doctor’s mistake, not by a bureaucratic tangle. The Good Shepherd has already charged Himself with you and with your son. You are not left to scramble for your own security. He has given you eternal life, and that life wraps itself around every passing anxiety, holding you steady while He works out the details in His own time.
So stop now and let your soul magnify the Lord. That is not a sunrise feeling reserved for days when everything goes smoothly; it is a deliberate act of the will when the night is still dark. You can say, “My soul doth magnify the Lord,” while you wait for that phone call, while you send yet another message to the doctor’s office, while you help your son with his forms. Because you are not magnifying the circumstance, you are magnifying the one who forgives all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases, who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies. That God, who forgives a lifetime of sin, will not fail to manage a schedule or a medical note. These things are very small to Him, and they are not too small to be loved.
Place the whole bundle into His hands now, and let it stay there.
Father, these trembling hands cannot hold all that presses in today, but Yours can. Will You take this interview, this doctor, this process of verification, and quietly order them for good? Give Your child the patience that does not chafe, the peace that does not reason, the faith that simply rests. Let the answer come in a way that will make her song louder, and let her son see that You are the one who makes his way straight. We ask it in the name of Jesus, who never breaks the bruised reed and never quenches the smoking flax. Amen.