Do you REALLY trust me?
The question came screaming to the forefront of my conscious as I lay face down on the floor praying to God, or should I say whining to God about the woe’s and challenges of life. I know He is the one asking it, and I know the honest answer. No.
Realizing this truth halts me in my tracks. Why am I not trusting? I want my answer to be YES.
I take a walk down memory lane. There’s proof for the future in the footprints of the past. Every time my heart strayed to the land of worry rather than dwelling in the heart of worship, my Savior was there, right by my side, holding me close even when I was pulling away. Since this is how He has always been, why would I doubt it is how He will always be?
Trusting God during the bluebird days, when everything is going my way, is easy. When the thunder heads roll in, and a storm begins to brew, that’s when the old chatterboxes of self-doubt, worry and fear start spouting their toxic venom. Desperately seeking to tear focus away from the one thing that can ease the soul and relax the spirit.
Trust. The absolute assurance that God has our backs, is the truth that sets me free and silences the voices.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” – Proverbs 3:5-6
There’s power in these words. Memorize them, hide them in your heart, sink your soul into their reassuring meaning.
These are the words I choose to accept and claim. He’s talking to ME. These are the words I rely on. When I cling to this promise, there is no longer room for doubt, worry or fear. Next time my Savior asks me “Do you REALLY trust me?” the answer will be YES!