Sovereign God

I’ve been thinking a lot about the election in recent weeks.

• I’m thankful for a Sovereign God who is seated on the throne in the heavens and whose kingdom rules over all (Psalm 103:19).
• I’m thankful to know that He alone raises up and brings down leaders and rulers (Daniel 2:21).
• I’m thankful that He alone can do all things, and that nothing is too hard for Him (Jeremiah 32.17).
• I’m thankful that He alone is great and worthy of all praise (Psalm 145:3), worthy as the Lamb who was slain to receive all power, wealth, wisdom, strength, honor, glory, and praise (Rev. 5:12).
• I’m thankful that He sets my feet on the Rock (Psalm 40:2) and keeps me secure.
• In Him, I have complete confidence and hope, and I have no cause for fear.
• He is my Rock, fortress, deliverer, strength, salvation, and shield (II Samuel 22; Psalm 18).
• He will not forsake those who trust in Him (Psalm 9:10).

I’m thankful that tonight, the Lord knows the outcome of tomorrow. He knows the beginning from the end, and He is not surprised. May His good and perfect will be done.

When I got on here tonight, I was wanting to write about abortion. A few friends have stirred my soul with their comments the last weeks. I wanted to write about how I studied it in high school. How we learned how early a baby can feel. How I learned about the lies women are told. How I have heard their sorrows and feel grieved by this reality.

I wanted to write about how I had a life threatening pregnancy. How I had a daughter born, small and frail, but fully formed and beautiful at 27 weeks. How I saw those babies in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit who were born during the 2nd trimester — and they were living and breathing. How I used to wonder what someone would do if someone walked in the NICU and tried to end their lives! How it would be ok to do that if they were under the cover of their mother’s tummy still. What an unbelievable horror! What an unbelievable sorrow! Can this be real? They could feel. They could move and breathe. They are created in God’s image, knit together by Him in their mothers’ wombs, fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139). Who will speak for them? Who will cast a vote for life? Who will give them a choice?

There are certainly many other issues to consider in this election, but I hope we won’t too quickly step past this one. That we won’t allow the openness of our minds to veil our eyes and close our hearts to this atrocious practice.

For those of us who may be one-issue voters, of the likes of William Wilberforce who labored his entire adult life against slavery, I pray when this election is over, no matter the outcome, that we will find ways to support the pro-life movement with more than a single vote every 4 years. That we will contact our local crisis pregnancy center and see what we can do. That we will give money or time or prayers or thoughts to this and actively seek God for ways He would have us be involved, be they small or big.

I got on here to write about that, about abortion. But when I started writing, the truth of His Word, hidden in my heart, began to flow out, and I felt peace. Peace like a river. Peace about tomorrow. Peace because my Savior lives and rules.