IN GOOD HANDS

Father, the Spirit was given to us without limit. How come these can be used to describe me in one instance or another: hateful, sad, worried, impatient, unkind, bad, cynical, harsh, and impulsive?

Just last night I almost cursed the day he was born: the man who cut me off in traffic. I'm still reaping the consequences of my impulsiveness - monthly - with interest. I am sad at times, and it's not about the poverty and hunger in the world and lost souls - I drive a Cooper and not a Cooper S.

I worry about the future, which leads to decisions borne out of impatience, which makes me cranky and unkind to those who are close to me, which is really bad because by then I am living as if I have no faith in God. It is in those times that I usually say things that I regret saying.

How would it be like if I take hold of the unlimited gift Who is the Spirit - to follow His every command, to never quench Him, to never grieve Him? That's when I would be like a tree that is planted by the waters bearing fruit.

Lord, let me rest today in the truth that all things were lovingly placed in the hands of Jesus. The One who has been put in charged of me is more than able to accomplish infinitely more than we could ever dare to ask or hope.

In Jesus' Name, Amen.