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Welcome to the first day of October! Since September only has 30 days, I doubled up today and prayed Psalm 31 along with Psalm 1. Here is my reflection on Psalm 31:

There are seasons when I wish God would hand me a calendar. I want circled dates, answered questions, and settled outcomes. I want to know when.

When will this change?
When will the answer come?
When will I understand what God is doing?
When will the waiting finally be over?

Psalm 31 meets me right there.

David was surrounded by uncertainty. He knew fear, grief, trouble, and the feeling that life was beyond his control. Yet in the middle of all of it, he said something I desperately need to remember:

“But I trust in you, O LORD; I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in your hand.”
(Psalm 31:14–15)

My times are in His hands. Not just during the good times or the seasons that make sense, but in my waiting, my uncertainty, and my grief. Especially in those 2 A.M. moments, when problems suddenly loom much larger than they did in the daylight.” They are all in His hands.

I confess that I don’t always like God’s timing. Sometimes I think He is late, or His silence feels like inactivity. Sometimes I wonder why He hasn’t answered a prayer, opened a door, changed a circumstance, or shown me what comes next.

As I’ve written before, I want God to write His will across the sky.

But Psalm 31 reminds me that I don’t have to know what God is doing to know whose hands I am in. And that is where peace begins. Peace isn’t knowing exactly how everything will turn out. Peace is knowing that the One who holds tomorrow is the same One who holds me today.

There have been times in my life when I could only understand God’s timing by looking backward. Hindsight taught me that what felt like delay wasn’t abandonment. What felt like silence didn’t mean God wasn’t listening, and what felt uncertain to me was never uncertain to Him.

I knew only that particular day, but God already knew the whole story.

So today, when I find myself reaching for a calendar God hasn’t given me, I want to loosen my grip.

My future is in His hands.
My unanswered prayers are in His hands.
The people I love are in His hands.
The things I cannot fix are in His hands.
And even the things I fear are coming are already in His hands.

I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I don’t need to. My times are in His hands, and His hands are a very good place for them to be.