Living in My Father's World
I hopped in the car after work, my mind still spinning with all the things yet to be done.
The first song popped up. I like that song, but not right now. Skip.
I got more and more lost in my thoughts, until the song finally caught my ear:
This is my Father’s world
He shines in all that’s fair
In the rustling grass I hear him pass
He speaks to me everywhere
To be honest, I’ve never been the biggest fan of “This Is My Father’s World.” It’s just so simple. But after working over an hour late on a Friday, simple was all my soul could handle.
This is my Father’s world
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet
That simple melody. Those simple words. All of it, nudging me toward a truer, deeper reality than what’s right in front of me, and yet bringing me back into the world at the same time.
I noticed the trees I drove past. I saw blue sky and clouds. The heaviness of a day, a week, a year didn’t magically roll off, but suddenly I wasn’t thinking about it any more.
This is my Father’s world
The battle is not done
Jesus who died shall be satisfied
And earth and heaven be one
Yes, this world and everything in it belongs to God. Yes, I belong to him. And yet, this God who holds power over the universe still wants me to know he’s my Father. He reminds me his word simultaneously sustains the whole universe (Hebrews 1:3) and those who are weary (Isaiah 50:4). When this thing is all over, he will win. Praise God.
