When it comes right down to the nub of things, it is so hard for me to let go and trust God.
My mother is 95 and her heart is failing. I am the only one among my siblings who has a Biblical worldview.
I find myself like Ezra, in today’s Old Testament verse, believing and not quite believing and being almost shamed by my worldview into trusting God to handle things.
Ezra, the scribe and prophet lived during the exile of the Jews in what became Persia. By the hand of God, Artaxerxes the Persian king, released Ezra and hundreds of his exile companions to go back to Jerusalem, to rebuild God’s destroyed temple.
For I was ashamed to ask the king for a band of soldiers and horsemen to protect us against the enemy on our way, since we had told the king, “The hand of our God is for good on all who seek him, and the power of his wrath is against all who forsake him.”
By the hand of God, Ezra was released. By the hand of God Ezra and his companions made it safely back to Jerusalem, and by the hand of God they rebuilt the temple.
My mother is in the hand of God.