Precious Lord,
I cannot begin to imagine what Noah felt when the door to the ark closed. For months he was trapped inside that wooden contraption, unsure of what tomorrow might bring. He had no idea when his imprisonment would be over. He had the faith to trust you and it carried him through the flood.
Grant me the faith of Noah to trust you in the floods of life. May I not grow so anxious for tangible results that I turn from you and seek security elsewhere, for only in you do I find the rock of my foundation. May I understand your will for my life, treasure your abiding presence, and look for ways to continuously grow closer to you, God my God.
Amen.
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