Hezekiah received the letter from the hand of the messengers, and read it; and Hezekiah went up to the house of the LORD, and spread it before the LORD.
Sennacherib is the megalomaniac type of tyrant, the scorched-earth sort of mogul, the sociopathic kind of king who just loves to watch the world burn. Yet, effectively, his trophy cabinet where he keeps his jars full of ashes is lacking a coveted prize. There’s a jar with the label ‘Jerusalem’ that’s still empty, and it fuels him with rage. Friend, what would you do in Hezekiah’s shoes here? If you knew that the cruelest, most vicious tyrant was coming for your family and your people and you couldn’t stop him? Would you head for the hills under the cover of night? Amazingly, Hezekiah doesn’t abandon his people, he doesn’t make a last-gasp treaty, and he doesn’t try to devise a way out. The first thing he does is run to the temple, fall on his face with that letter in hand, and lay his fears before the only One strong enough to deliver him.
Christian, whatever worrisome letter you carried with you into today, whatever pressure continues to smother your spirit, deliver it to the gracious hands of the Lord and let Him carry it from here.