"But all this happened that we might not rely on ourselves, but on God, who raises the dead." 2 Corinthians 1:9

I continue to see proof of this verse every day, as the world continues whirring in its rotation and carrying us along. Some days the whirling is a bit much, and sometimes it is not enough; sometimes the the light is bright enough, sometimes the gray clouds match the gray sweat pants, which matches the grey in your dull eyes. But we continue to look up, to see that God is much greater than everyday stress. God provides strong arms to lean upon, strength to run a few more steps, unpack a few more boxes, finish one more project, and write a few more words. We are limited, but our Creator is the Beginning and The End.

So take it from someone who continues to see God's capabilities reflected in my cooperation. When we move, rattle, shake, step, brush, uncover, open, and push through when the end is not in sight, that is when God's abilities shine through, a bright, rushing wind of hope, gently taking our hands and guiding us through the next few moments. And those moments can be ticking second hands along the route of the clock, or lessons learned about God's fullness. Which do we choose? Do we choose to allow in life, strength, and lightness from the Giver of Life? Or do we rattle and shake in the snares of our enemy's lies?

Wake up, this morning! Rely on God, let him raise you from the ashes, the smoke, the dark void. He is more than the schedule, the list, the moving boxes and the broken crumbs of our realities.