When my daughters were small, they would occasionally cry out in the middle of the night. The wind would brush a branch against a window. They’d hear a noise on the street. They would shout, “Daddy!” I would do what all daddies do—tell their mother! Just kidding. I’d walk down the hall and step into their room. When I did the atmosphere changed. Strange noises…odd sounds? They didn’t matter. Daddy was here.
You need to know this: your Father is here. Here as the Commander. Here with his heavenly hosts. This is the promise God gives to you. He is with you. “He is in charge of it all, has the final word on everything” (Ephesians 1:22). All authority has been given to him. He needs only to lift a finger, and thousands upon thousands of mighty angels will respond to his call.
