Oh my Lord Jesus, I confess that I am one who desires to know my future. Only you know how often I have been troubled beyond measure concerning the uncertainty and troubles that tomorrow may bring. Please forgive me for the thousandth time of saying, by my thoughts, worries, and plans, that I am God. The thought of saying those words make me quake. For I would never say them vocally or even in my heart, and yet, my thoughts about the future have at times declared those unthinkable words.
May I face the future with my trust in you and you alone. Oh, may I grow to despise my own surmising about what will, may, can, or cannot happen. For by now, I should be most humble of all in trusting you because you have often shown me the results of trusting your leadership through blessing me beyond what I could ever have dreamed to pray for. You have even shown your immeasurable grace and superior plans through temporary hurt, loss, and grief that latched onto me as one being dragged into the abyss.
May I not look to the future as Pollyanna or as one sitting beneath the sword of Damocles. Rather, may I do so as one who knows You, Your Word, and my experience of walking with You through the years, which all testify that the future is not mine to know.
“Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.” Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that.”” (James 4:13–15).