I really hope I don't die soon. I hope I get to live long enough to see how these wonderful things in my life play out. I'm reminded that my own life is just barely beginning.
So tonight I ask the creator of the universe to sustain me. Imagine it, the thought seems absurd. Something so weak begging from something so much more powerful and greater.
And yet, in a way, it's not absurd. Because it's the only thing we can do.
We're at His mercy. Completely and totally at His whim. We have to completely empty ourselves to Him, through living our lives, in return.
Remember the Doxology? My Lutheran side sings it as the meal blessing at family gatherings. I don't know if you see the connection, but the two ideas are both there in my head right now.
Praise God from whom all blessing flow
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above yea heavenly hosts
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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