I grew up knowing God created the Heavens and the Earth. I've read Genesis countless times. He formed the Earth and everything around it and on it. He crafted by hand this wonderful and sometimes scary place where I dwell. At the sound of his voice oceans were formed and mountains rose from the sea. With a whisper flowers dotted the field and fawns danced freely with one another. He laughed as clouds dotted the horizon, colors displaying his majesty as far as Adam and Eve could see.
If I believe he was behind the beginning of all that I experience around me now, why do I doubt he is in control of my present circumstances? Would logic not suggest he still holds all of his creation in his hands - including me?
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11 NIV
In light of this, I am left with a choice. I either trust him, believing his promise to have my best interests at heart, and do not worry about what the future holds, or, I choose to trust myself and the lies the enemy, Satan, places in my thoughts daily.
Seems simple enough. Okay, I choose the first option. But what I am discovering is that this choice is not a one time decision. I choose to trust daily, sometimes hourly. I am weak and frail and too often entertain the lies of the enemy. In those moments, I return to "In the beginning...God." He started the wheels of time and space in motion. I had nothing to do with it. I am, in fact, in control of very little around me. I trust it is in good hands though.
"Thank you, God, for holding the universe together. I do not want that job, and am quite happy having that responsibility remain on your adequate shoulders." Amen.