but deliver us from evil

Sometimes things go well enough that you think the world is perfect, life is not meant to disturb your comfort, and bliss could be a constant rather than a variable. Then that dream state is shattered by not one, but multiple crises. Tried offering up my own wisdom but driving away, realized my efforts could only but fall short. But listened to a familiar refrain riding home and was reminded that nothing, nothing has the power to save but Christ. Even in those times when it seems like we made a difference, it was because we were well-used, not because we were well-skilled.