Only God has dominion

Today I remembered something that settled me in a way no affirmation ever could:

People have opinions… but God has dominion.

And oh, how loud the opinions are sometimes.

They say I’m too much and not enough in the same breath. They measure me in moments they didn’t witness, weigh me on scales they fashioned from their own fears,

and speak with a confidence that comes not from knowing—but assuming.

And sometimes I start to believe them.

I shrink. I adjust. I perform.

I rehearse apologies for things that weren’t even sins. I lose sleep over sentences never spoken aloud but screamed in silence.

But then I come back to this:

People have opinions, but God has dominion.

He is not outvoted.

He is not overruled.

He is not swayed by the current or controlled by the crowd.

He is the Ancient of Days—older than the voices, wiser than the world.

He doesn’t operate in echo chambers.

He speaks in whispers that cut through storms,

and His Word is not a suggestion—it is sovereignty.

The same One who hovered over the void

and spoke galaxies into being,

still reigns over the chaos of my day-to-day.

Not one word over my life is established unless He says so.

Let the world form opinions.

Let people mutter and misunderstand.

Let them walk away, let them criticize, let them scoff.

Their opinions may sting—but they cannot stick

when the King of Glory has placed His seal upon me.

God has dominion over my name,

over my past, my present, my path.

He holds the pen. He writes the story.

And when He speaks—it stands.

So I am learning to rest.

Not in applause. Not in approval. Not even in being understood.

But in His dominion.

It is finished.

It is settled.

It is well.

Even here. Even now. Even in the fire.

Even when they don’t see it—He still reigns.

And I will not bow to opinion

when I’ve already bent my knee to the One who holds dominion.