Scattered Moments
Brief reflections on faith, adversity, and the quiet places where grace appears.
Each episode of Scattered Moments is a brief journey through the unexpected classrooms where God does His deepest work — hospital rooms and sanctuaries, seasons of grief and flashes of joy, the ordinary moments where grace shows up and changes everything.
Drawing from over forty years of writing, ministry, and life in the trenches, Matt Tullos weaves together original poetry, hymn stories, Scripture, and honest reflection to remind you that even adversity, you are not alone.
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Take heart, notice the scattered moments, and share the grace.
Scattered Moments
Into Your Hands (The Seventh Word from the Cross
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Before He draws His final breath… He prays.
In this Holy Week reflection, we step into the final moments of Jesus—suspended between earth and heaven—where His last words are not cries of despair, but a prayer of trust:
“Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit.”
This episode traces that ancient prayer from Psalm 31 through the lips of Jesus on the cross, revealing a posture not just for death—but for daily living.
What does it mean to entrust your life fully into the hands of God?
What if surrender is not loss—but the doorway to peace?
With poetic reflection and pastoral insight, this episode explores:
- The childlike trust at the heart of Jesus’ final words
- The connection between bedtime prayers and eternal hope
- The beauty of release at the end of the race
- The promise that we are adopted, accepted, and held by the Father
This is more than a final statement.
It is an invitation.
To rest.
To trust.
To pray:
“Into Your hands… take me.”
Before Jesus draws his final breath, suspended between heaven and earth, he whispers a prayer. Not a new prayer, an ancient one. A prayer that had traveled through the centuries, through the lips of kings, through the quiet bedrooms of Hebrew children, learning to trust in the dark. Into your hands I commit my spirit. And in that moment, Jesus returns, as we all must, to the posture of a child. No striving left, no proving left, only trust. It is the final release, the prayer at the end of the race, when breath is gone and the finish line has been crossed. We step then into that undiscovered country and wonder as Shakespeare and millions more have wondered what dreams may come. But Jesus did not wonder, he knew. This was not a leap into the unknown, but a return to the Father, the fulfillment of a longing older than the world itself, a God who desired a family. And now through him we are adopted, accepted, brought near. And so we pray as children still, each night, and one day at the hour of our death. Father, into your hands, take me. Until then, take care. Notice the scattered moments and share the grace.
