Ah, Lord God, it is not too difficult to observe what is happening on the world stage and have the word "disaster" come quickly to mind. May we come to know that our worth is not in the sum and substance of our "stuff". May I call to mind that You are my chosen portion and my cup. O Lord, You hold my lot; the lines for me have fallen in pleasant places. Indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. May I have mercy on those who doubt, who are tossed like the wild waves of the sea.
Psalm 16.5-6; Jeremiah 25.32; Jude 22