I have direct access to God

A Queen, a President, and the King of Heaven

The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything through prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard you hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:5-7 NAS

In Jr. High, I toured the White House in Washington, D.C. President Reagan was home. But I didn’t see him.

In my 30s, I pressed my face up to fence surrounding Buckingham Palace in London, England. Queen Elizabeth’s car actually drove out of the gates beside me. All I saw was her pale arm, waving regally out the window.

In both cases, I was quite close to a world leader. And neither time could I have spoken to him or her. Policemen; secret service agents; British guards in tall, fuzzy hats; any one of them would have thrown themselves in front of me if I had tried. I was near – with no access.

How different the situation in these verses. The King of the Universe is near to me, and I am welcome to talk to Him. There is nothing, no one able to stop me.

But, the King wants more from me than just polite chit-chat, respectful banter that an acquaintance would give a monarch. He wants to hear what I’m worried about. He wants me to tell him my deepest fears and most bitter sadness. He wants me to ask him for help. The King wants to hear my heart.

And this is the best part: He promises to flood my heart with peace when I share it with Him with thanksgiving. The King never makes a promise he doesn’t keep.

Recently, I’ve had some rather thorny problems in my life. And I’ve felt anything but peaceful as I mull them over, trying out different solutions in my mind, finding every option unsatisfactory. I’ve prayed for God to solve them all, and He hasn’t done that yet. But, he didn’t promise to do that.

No. He promised to give me peace when I told him about my problems and thanked Him in the midst of them. And that part is key, because it forces me to look for the good in the gloom.

So thank you, God, for the character I see this trial building in my husband. Thank you for how this heartache is drawing the two of us closer together. Thank you for the way I see my son responding, with a maturity I didn’t know his 12-year-old heart possessed. Thank you that you will use this – even this – for good in our lives, that you’ll grow us through it so that in the end, we look more like You.

And now, let me tell You my woes ….

And how does the King respond? By giving me peace. Every time.

Because I have direct access to Him.