Have You Recently Been Hitting the Same Dead End?
How to Step Through God’s Door to Stability and Never Look Back
I was over it.
Frustrated.
Done chasing the next happy fix.
Even my dream of being a CEO was slipping through my fingers. Every path I tried led to another dead end.
It felt like walking through a dark tunnel. At the end, a faint golden light beckoned from a small door on the side. But instead of opening it, I kept turning back toward the darkness.
You’ve been there too.
But one day, by the sheer grace of God, I reached for the handle and opened the door. I didn’t turn back again. The hypocritical life I was living crumbled, and in the ruins I met the God who reigns.
A Shaken World, an Unshaken Throne
“The world is established, firm, and secure…” (Psalm 93:1)
Could you imagine saying that today? Wars rage. Economies collapse. Families fracture. Nothing feels stable.
God’s people were in constant on-and-off slavery and destruction. So why could the psalmist say it with such confidence?
Because he wasn’t looking at the world—He was looking at the throne.
The Anchor of God’s Reign (vv.1–2)
The people of Israel often sang their theology. Psalm 93 begins like a hymn, layering truth after truth:
The LORD (YHWH)—the covenant-keeping “I AM.”
Reigns—not someday, not eventually. Right now.
Robed in majesty—glory is His garment. Creation itself reflects His splendor.
Armed with strength—He is not only glorious but powerful, able to act.
His throne is established long ago—before chaos, before kings, before your worries today.
When everything shakes, the people of God know they need a throne that does not.
You do too.
The Roar of Chaos (v.3)
Then comes the contrast:
“The floods have lifted up, O LORD, the floods have lifted up their voice…”
The psalmist paints the spiritual realm. The floods roar. They rise. They threaten. In Scripture, floods often symbolize chaos, rebellion, and spiritual opposition.
Today, we might call them the noise of culture, the storms of life, or the darkness pressing in.
And God doesn’t deny the noise. He acknowledges it. But He places it in perspective, not to scare us away, but to draw us in.
God Is Louder (v.4)
“Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the LORD on high is mighty.”
The waves roar, but His voice is stronger. The chaos rises, but His throne is higher. His word created the universe. His voice called you into being.
Security doesn’t come from silencing the storm. It comes from knowing the One whose throne is above it. When you let Him have the Final word in your life, nothing can overtake you.
Never Finished Challenged: The Final Word (v.5)
“Your decrees are very trustworthy; holiness adorns your house, O LORD, forever.”
Where do we find consistency in an inconsistent world? Not in headlines. Not in government. Not in human strength. Only in God’s Word and God’s presence.
I knew this truth, but ignored it for years. Only when I opened the door and began reading His Word—until I got revelation and was excused—for the relationship did the dead ends finally disappear.
So here’s your challenge:
Anchor your life in His reign. Pick one name of God each week and declare it every morning. Study it. Teach it. Enjoy it.
Plant your feet on His Word. Read Scripture daily—not for quantity but relationship. As John the Baptist said, “He must increase, but I must decrease” (John 3:30). More of Him, less of us.
Rest in His presence. Set aside one meal or even one day a week to do nothing but be with Him. Backward-plan your week so your to-do list doesn’t own you. True rest makes you more efficient, not less.
And each time you feel shaken this week, stop and declare aloud:
“The LORD reigns. His throne is secure. My life is anchored in Him.”
What Does Today Say About God?
Unchanging.
My emotions rise and fall like the seasons. I’ve apologized more times than I’d like to admit to my young daughters for reacting poorly. But God? He has never apologized—because He never changes.
He rises.
Like the sun over the endless horizon.
Like an eagle embracing the wind with her giant wings.
Like Mount Everest touching the stars.
And yet this King bends low to be close to me. Not for a second. Not in times of despair. Daily.
So I rise too. And so will you.
What a Father.
What a Friend.
What a King.
Thank you, Jesus.