A prayer to thank God for his sovereign control, written by Meg Bueker, read by Kelly Gibbons.

He set the earth on its foundations, never to be moved.

You covered it with the deep like a garment. The waters stood above the mountains.

At your rebuke the waters fled. At the sound of your thunder they hurried away.

The mountains rose and the valley sank to the place you appointed for them.

You set a boundary they cannot cross. They will never again cover the earth.

Psalm 104. five through nine.

When my kids were little I longed for a

magical solution to cure all aches and boo-booos.

The constant clamoring for band-aids,

boobu bunnies, and mommy hugs, was everyday life for a long time.

Long after the initial hurt had passed, that little bandaid on their finger or on their knee

would remind them for the rest of the day why they needed me, if only just to whine about

what happened or to add pity to the pain. One day I decided to use the clear

thick baby ointment that cures everything. Maybe this would be the magical

cure-all solution. Clearing up a diaper rash is no joke,

so I figured a paper cut should be a cake walk for that stuff.

I figured right, and they bought it.

Problem solved, for a while.

In the search to heal what ails us, there are plenty of worldly solutions claiming to

right wrongs and undo hurts.

But today's verse reminds us of God's sovereign healing.

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