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He’s in control

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Oct 5, 2025
  • 2 min read

There are days I look around and wonder, Is anyone in charge anymore?

It feels like the whole world is spinning off its axis…the headlines scream, and the heaviness inside me matches the storm outside. There’s grief in my bones and war in the air. Promises seem shattered. Prayers feel like whispers lost in the wind. I watch broken systems breaking people. I hear silence where I once heard God clearly. And I wonder… Is He still on the throne?

But then, like a thread of gold in the fray…I remember.


He is not pacing. He is not panicked. He is not overthrown.

While it looks like everything is unraveling, there is a King behind the curtain, unmoved and undefeated. When the stage is dark, the Director has not left the building. When it feels like the Author has dropped the pen, He is still writing.

He hasn’t abdicated. He hasn’t surrendered His scepter. Heaven has not declared an emergency.


Every headline is still held in nail-scarred hands. Every detour is seen from above. Every plan of man, every plot of the enemy, every shaking of the nations, He has not lost track. He has not lost control. He has not gone silent.

We may be surrounded by Babylon, but there is still a Daniel’s God.

We may be walking through fiery trials, but there is still One like the Son of Man in the fire.

We may see the cross and think it’s over, but resurrection is coming.

We may feel forsaken,but He is near to the brokenhearted.

He rules from a throne that is not up for re-election.

He is not reacting, He is reigning.


So even when I can’t trace His hand, I will trust His heart.

Even when it looks like the enemy is winning, I’ll remember:

Looks can lie. But the King of Kings cannot.


He is still in charge.

He has never surrendered His authority.

And He never will.

 
 
 

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