More often than not, the SAP I write during my morning quiet time with God gets a little too personal to post publicly. That’s what happened the other day as I reflected on two consecutive verses that seem to be completely unrelated, but comforted me with the hope that they are not. It began with this:


Ecclesiastes 10:13: “Fools base their thoughts on foolish assumptions, so their conclusions will be wicked madness; they chatter on and on.”

And then after a lot of too-personal-to-post yadayada, I continued with this:


 . . . . So when I read verse 13, all I could say was “Yup.” 

Who’s that guy in the Bible who God sent into craziness—something about eating grass like a cow—until he finally saw the light and turned his life around? Did he return to normal, or is that my wishful thinking again?

Ahhhh, yes….

(Link to to read or listen to the amazing and oh-so-relevant-to-today story of King Nebuchadnezzar as told in Daniel 4.)

Now back to Ecclesiastes: I was surprised and so comforted by the verse that immediately followed the one about fools chattering on and on in wicked madness:

“No one really knows what is going to happen; no one can predict the future” (v. 14).

Verse 14 seems completely unrelated not only to verse 13, but to all of Eccliastes 10. Was it stuck in there to give hope to all of us who are watching people we love fall into “wicked madness?” 


Father, thank You for the hope that I always find, even in the oddest of places, when I ooze into Your Word. And thank You for keeping Your Holy Spirit firmly planted within me when I’m confronted by those who so vehemently oppose You. 

I’m a little frustrated because I can’t understand how You can allow any of Your children to spiral into “wicked madness” despite the love and prayers of so many, and on top of all of the miracles and second chances You’ve blessed them with. Why, Lord?

Well, I’m just going to thank You for doing whatever it takes to turn them around, just as You did for King Nebuchadnezzar, just as you did (BFO BFO BFO*) for me.

I count on the truth of that seemingly misplaced verse 14–-that only You know the future; only You know what will happen next. So I pray, Father, that You will intervene in the downward spiral of all Your prodigals–just as You did for me–before it is too late. I pray all this in the powerful name of your son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

*Blinding Flash of the Obvious


And as it often does, His answer came to me in the form of a song:

So when I fight I’ll fight on my knees

With my hands lifted high

Oh God the battle belongs to You

And every fear I lay at Your feet

I’ll sing through the night

Oh God the battle belongs to You



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