When control slips through your fingers, remember who holds it steady. Peace begins where your grip ends—when Christ rules the heart and aligns it with the Father’s will.

Hezekiah didn’t get a vague sense of dread—he got a clear word of impending death. “Thus says the Lord: Set your house in order, for you shall die.” But in that moment, he didn’t argue. He didn’t delay. He turned his face to the wall—not to the court, not to his advisors—and he wept before God.