O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come…

Here are some wonderful lyrics from Isaac Watts (1674-1748), for days like today:

“Before the hills in order stood, or earth received her form, from everlasting Thou art God, to endless years the same. O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, be thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home.”

A brutally honest prayer to a gloriously gracious God.

A brutally honest prayer, that leads us to greater dependency and security in the arms of “Abba” (Father God):

“Dear Abba, Rather than a life of faith I seem to be living a life of contingencies. Rather than an open-armed yes! I’ve got an anxious brow and nervous hands and a mouthful of what ifs? I truly am a prodigal, demanding my cake and eating it too when all I really want to do is go home to that safe place where I don’t have to be afraid, where everything is freedom and light and love. I want to experience the glorious liberty of a child of God. And so this day I will not ask what if? but rather why not? Yes, why not!”

from Dear Abba by Brennan Manning