Have you ever had that morning when you wake up and all you feel is dread? That was me this morning. I went into prayer heavy with so many requests. A student with a dying parent. A friend with a sick child far from home. The shooting at the Navy Yard yesterday. Flooding in Colorado. It just seemed like there was more to pray about than I could handle in my small window of early morning quiet time. I even came to school feeling just this sense of wrong with the world.
What I really wanted to pray was, “Jesus, come back really, really soon. Like now. Like quicker than now.” But I have a hard time praying that prayer. There are too many people dear to my heart who’d be left, and I just can’t be comfortable with that prayer.
And then I got to school. And, as always, God stepped in. In devotion this morning, one of the teachers played this song. And there was just something about knowing, a sort of peace in remembering that I’m not in charge. That even when it’s chaos, God’s still on the throne. And that my very own Jesus, Rider on the White Horse whose name is Faithful and True, will always come to my rescue.