My times are in your hands. By Charles Spurgeon.

My times are in your hands. Psalm 31 verse 15. There is no greater comfort for the child of God than the assurance that every moment of life is under the wise and loving control of his sovereign Savior. David's declaration, my times are in your hands, is not a vague expression of hope, but a firm confession of faith in God's absolute providence.

He who created time rules over it perfectly, and not one second of our existence is outside his governing hand. Our time of birth is in God's hands. We did not choose the day or place of our birth. It was appointed by God in eternity past. He determined who our parents would be, what nation we would be born into, at the exact moment we would enter this world. Scripture declares, before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Our lives began not by chance, but by divine decree. The very first breath we took was foreordained by the God who gives all men life and breath and everything else. We are not accidents. We are part of His sovereign design.

Our time of living is in God's hands. Every day we live, every step we walk, every breath we take, every event we experience, joyful or sorrowful, is ruled by His loving providence. In his heart, a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. From our childhood to our old age, we are sustained and directed by His unseen hand. He appoints our trials as well as our triumphs, our afflictions as well as our comforts. Not one detail is too small for His attention, and not one burden is too great for His power. What peace it brings to know that He who loved us in Christ is orchestrating all things for our good and His glory.

Our time of death is in God's hands, just as surely as God ordained our birth, so He has appointed the moment of our death. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Death is not a random occurrence or a tragic interruption. It is a divine appointment. For the believer, it is the Father's summons home. Christ holds the keys of death, and not a hair falls from our head without His will. Though the valley of death may appear dark, the shepherd who leads us through it is the one who conquered it.

Believer, take heart. Your times, past, present, and future are not in the hands of fate or men or chance, but in the hands of your faithful, loving, all-wise God. Trust Him with every hour, for He holds you in His almighty grip.