I know he watches me

He will cover you with his pinions,

And under his wings you will find refuge. Psalm 91:4

 

Read Matthew 6:28—34

I keep thinking I’m going to reinvent my life to look like the kingdom God in one grand reorientation. One day I’ll look like the picture Jesus had in mind for his transformed version of me. But the decisions I make are one restaurant at a time, one trip to the markets at a time, one works gathering at the bar, one visit to the op shop or the jeans shop at a time. It is in daily decision, this present moment’s choices, that I walk in sync with Jesus and the way he plays his melody on the keys or strings of my spirit. Daily, this night, in what I am facing and deciding upon, I have the opportunity, this rather exciting opportunity to let him pattern my life. Tonight I can ask him to take into himself my wavering trust, as feeble as a flower, and make it solid gold.

 

Lord Jesus Christ, when you spoke of the little flower, the exquisite and delicate lily, more superb than the golden glory of Solomon, all Solomon’s glory fell apart, tawdry. You spoke of your Father. You spoke of faith in him, trust in him. It sounds to be my life’s greatest risk that you spoke of. But you lived it. You trusted yourself to the Father. You lived in a beauty and a glory that cannot be made of gold itself. You proved what I long for. I find it in you.