As controversy explodes in the media and our fears escalate concerning the U.S. elections in 5 days; unbelief also creeps into our thoughts and reactions.

“We are destroying speculations
and every lofty thing raised up against the knowledge of God,  . . . ”
2 Corinthians 10:5

Imagine a fierce storm blowing all around your home. You are awakened by the clashing thunder and flashing light and you know that your child is in their bed, perhaps head under the covers, physically shaking, maybe weeping, and calling your name. They are too terrified to move and run into your room.

What do you do?

Most parents would quickly go their child’s room and either scoop them up and carry into your room or crawl into bed with them. Immediately you would feel the trembling quiet and the weeping stop as they snuggled their small bodies into yours.

What about this scenario . . .

As you dash into their room prepared to hold and comfort, the sweet voice of your child says. “Mom, I really need you, I’m really scared, but you aren’t able to help me. I really want you to make it all go away, make the storm stop — but there is nothing that you can do. Mom, please, please help me!”

How does your child’s rejection feel?

Isn’t that what we say to our heavenly Father, we cry out to Him in prayer, we read His Word yet our thoughts betray the condtion of our heart — our unbelief speaks louder and more persistently than the comfort of words on a page or a prayer on our lips. We must choose to be faithful. Impossible on our own but not impossible with the supernatural power of our Sovereign, Omnipotent, Commander in Chief.

A prayer from the Puritans for all of us . . .



Sovereign Commander of the Universe,

I am sadly harassed by doubts, fears, unbelief,

            in a felt spiritual darkness.

My heart is full of evil surmising and disquietude,

            And I cannot act faith at all.

My heavenly pilot has disappeared,

            and I have lost my hold on the rock of ages;

I sink in deep mire beneath storms and waves,

            in horror and distress unutterable.

Help me, O Lord,

            to throw myself absolutely and wholly on thee,

            for better, for worse, without comfort and all but hopeless.

Give me peace of soul, confidence, enlargement of mind,

            morning joy that comes after night heaviness;

Water my soul richly with divine blessings;

Grant that I may welcome thy humbling in private

            so that I might enjoy thee in public;

Give me a mountain top as high as the valley is low,

Thy grace can melt the worst sinner, and I am as vile as he;

Yet thou hast made me a monument of mercy,

            a trophy of redeeming power;

In my distress let me not forget this.

All~wise God,

Thy never~failing providence orders every event.

            sweetens every fear,

            reveals evil’s presence lurking in seeming good,

            brings good out of seeming evil,

            makes unsatisfactory what I set my heart upon,

            to show me what a short~sighted creature I am,

            And to teach me to live by faith upon thy blessed self.

Out of my sorrow and night

            give me the name Naphtali ~~’satisfied with favour’~~

            help me to love thee as thy child,

            and to walk worthy of my heavenly pedigree.


The Valley of Vision, emphasis mine