"I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright…"

God is sovereign.  All the time.

And I had kind of a revelation about that tonight (while at WorshipArts camp worship night, you guys rock, by the way).

When things are really hard, and it feels like half of my life is completely falling apart, I've always been fairly capable of saying (most of the time, at least) that God is sovereign—that He sees me, that He knows where this is going.  It's easier to trust when I can't see a week ahead of me.  But He's not just sovereign in the lows, He is sovereign in the highs, too.

Whoa.  Way to overlook the flip side of the shiny coin, Kiersten.

 

When things are going fantastically, when all the pieces fit together, when the sun is shining and I'm getting at least seven hours of sleep every night, God is still in control.  He still knows where things are going.  I don't have to carry the torch alone.  My effort isn't going to necessarily win or lose me the day.  God is in control, even then.  And frankly, I don't think about that much.  When it's out of my hands, it's relatively easy to put it all into His hands.  But when I've worked hard and things are going swell?  Then it's all on my shoulders.  Then it's all my responsibility to keep it going.  But that's just not true.  God demands just as much of my trust when I'm on solid ground as when it feels like I'm falling.  

God is sovereign.  All the time.  It is never, ever out of His hands.  He can juggle most anything, good as well as bad.

(Unrelated aside: the title is from Irish folk song "The Wild Rover."  First thing that popped into my head for a title. Also, it was featured in one of the Bloody Jack books.  I freaked out when I saw it:  "I OWN THAT SONG! HA!")