All of us have gone through a pretty difficult trial lately, haven’t we? We may not have lost any limbs, but we have at least been cut off from one another. Thankfully, as far as I know, we are all still physically healthy, but I’m sure this quarantine has at least challenged our mental and emotional health.
And what if in the midst of this challenging time, instead of giving into our pride, instead of becoming more self-reliant, we turned William Ernest Henley’s poem around and cried out to God, “It matters how straight the gate how charged with punishments the scroll, You are the captain of my fate, You are the master of my soul.” In other words, “It doesn’t matter how hard things get, it doesn’t matter how painful or difficult life becomes, Jesus, You are in charge … and I surrender to Your will.”
When it comes to things you can’t control, are you able to say, “God, not my will, but Yours be done?”